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something borrowed | jjk

VIBES | first loves, a lil angst, a lil... infidelity (don't scream at me!!), no smut (a little teeny lips to kitty moment but no actual smut) jungkook's nose be doing things (smelling <3) cause when is it not?, mafia au

SOUNDTRACK | moth to a flame - swedish house mafia, the weekend ; mirage - elina

HOLLY'S NOTE | (originally posted april 2023) was in a tiktok hell hole of moth to a flame edits, and this is the product of it loool. posted on wp first!!

WORD COUNT | 2.8k

GLOSSARY OF TERMS | all relating to korean gangs

Gyeongsang - the ancient name for what is now known as the Yeongnam district of Korea. It includes Daegu, Busan, Ulsan, and both Gyeongsang Provinces. It's essentially the South-East of the country.

Honam - the district of Korea which includes Gwangju and both Jeolla provinces. Essentially, it's Yeongnam's counterpart - the South-West of the country.

Pa - the term for a 'mob' in Korean, often affixed to regions or identifiers of specific gangs

Jopok - a term for someone involved in a gang

THEY SAY you never forget your first love; that it's some sort of earth-shattering, universe-bending, life-debilitating experience. You learn from it; how to behave, how to act, how to break a heart, and - sometimes - how to heal one, too.

They're a funny thing, first loves.

Virginities are given and taken in all aspects of life; sex, declarations of affection, scathing remarks in the midst of arguments.

Jeon Jungkook has all of your firsts, and you all of his.

It had been a too-hot summer, and you'd been rebelling.

Fresh-faced, and terribly bored of the confines put in place by your father, Jungkook had seemed like a safe bet.

Jungkook had always been a rebel. You made no change to that.

You'd gone to Busan looking for trouble. Like father, like daughter. He usually went there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies who didn't know their left from their right; to remind them that what Honam-pa may lack in their underground history, they made up for in their sheer moxie.

You'd gone there to fuck with Gyeongsang-pa goonies, too, just in the literal sense. You were on the cusp of nineteen, and still being held prisoner to Honam-pa hierarchy, or so it felt.

An easy target was found in the form of a boy skimming rocks against a settled bay. Leather jacket and a face of thunder, Jeon Jungkook had wanted nothing to do with you. Heard the tone of your dialect and knew you were one of them.

"Ain't no place for Honam bitches," he'd told you. Had made you laugh.

"And who are you?" You'd replied, voice condescending, eyes innocent. "Too scrawny to be Jopok."

He had smirked. Shook his head. "Yeah, and you're too vapid to be asking questions like that in a city that ain't yours." The pebble he sent hurtling into the ocean skipped once, twice, three times before sinking. He turned to look at you. Sighed. Figured you were at least a little bit more interesting than pebbles. "What's your name, Honam?"

As you stand in front of a mirror, seven years since that summer, you know Jeon Jungkook will be getting all of your lasts, too.

You're smoothing down a dress; white, lace, and everything a girl dreams of.

Well, everything a girl who wants a traditional wedding with all the bells and whistles wants.

You've always considered yourself an elopement kind of girlie; last-minute charity shop dress for you, and second-hand tie for your groom, in a city worlds away from 'home'. That's what you would have liked.

But you're Honam's Princess.

This was always gonna be the way.

You'd never expected yourself to have a Gyeongsang-pa groom, but sometimes life works out in funny ways.

"It's bad luck," you say quietly as Jungkook approaches the doorway. It's a little before noon. Nuptials are at two. You've sent away your ladies in waiting, favouring these final moments alone.

"To see the bride?" he questions. He's not even started getting ready yet. Still in a pair of sweats and an old shirt that you remember from that very first summer. You wonder if he's wearing it deliberately now; if it makes him feel like he's young again.

He'd been so fresh-faced back then. His broad back hadn't yet been tarnished by a dragon, and his eyes had seen far less violence. His hands, too.

You nod. "Remember? I told you. You shouldn't see the bride on the morning of the ceremony."

Jungkook just shrugs. Pushes the door to, and walks further into the room to stand behind you. It's warm, but his presence gives you chills. It shouldn't do. Not when you know him as intimately as you do.

His fingers reach up to toy at the vintage clasp of your necklace. He asks, "Something old?"

You're silent as you study him in the mirror. He's not aged a day. Not really. Not in his eyes. The scar on his cheek looks a little deeper from his face filling out, and he wears his hair differently - he doesn't subscribe to the Gyeongsang-pa standard of short sides, long top anymore - but his eyes are just the same.

"Something old," you nod.

He sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, and lets the very tips of his fingers trail down your spine, until they reach the fabric of your dress.

"Your Grandmothers," he says. "I remember it."

You don't hide your surprise.

"What?" he smirks, when he notices the tiny little hum of confusion you do. "Was that first summer. You left it in my car once. Was karma for you chatting shit about your sister inheriting the opal ring."

"It was too small for her fingers!" you immediately protest, still standing by the fact it would have been cherished by you - though you do have an opal ring, now.

It normally sits snug on your fourth finger, awaiting a dainty silver band to keep it company, but it's off today. Symbolic. Your wedding band is to be threaded on first, held in place by your opal forevermore.

"The necklace suits you," he offers.

Thinks it really does; a small silver chain, links twisted with a single teardrop pearl resting on your chest. It goes back generations. Is a status symbol. Losing it in Jungkook's car had left you terrified for you both, no matter who would have found it - Gyeongsang-pa goonies or Honam-Pa. Would have been fucked either way. Fraternizing with the enemy was one thing - but fucking them?

Your father would have had Jungkook's head on a butcher's block within an hour of finding out.

Funny, how things change.

He strides over to the dresser, where a white shoe box sits open. Tissue paper sprouts from the packaging, and nestled inside are a pair of heels that he thinks are befitting of you. They're white, to match your dress, with ornate silver leaves trailing up and around the heels. You'll be a good few inches taller with them on, but he'd still dwarf you if he were to stand across from you.

A little taller than he was that very first summer, Jungkook is far more confident, too. Not in a brash, false bravado kind of way, but in such a way that he's learned his worth. Knows where he is in the pecking order. Works so much harder than you ever will, and yet will never be of equal status. Not in Honam Pa, not in Gyeongsang-Pa.

He sits on the chair beside the mirror and holds a shoe in each palm. His legs are spread, smile arrogant, as he taps the shoes together.

"Something new?"

"Careful," you say, not looking at him, tweaking a little bit of your hair back. "Yes. Something new."

He raises one of shoes, and nods to where the skirt of your dress pools on the floor. "May I?"

"Shouldn't even see-"

"See the bride, yeah, yeah, I know," he says softly. "Next time I see you, you're gonna be one of us. Let me at least spend a little time with you while you're still Honam."

"You've always hated that I'm Honam," you remind him.

He doesn't deny it.

"Just let me help you get ready for your party," he says, stern but gentle. He's always been like that with you.

He calls it a party, because he refuses to call it a wedding. Wedding is too romantic. Too foreboding.

You don't want to smile. He's so abrasive at times, so frustrating. You wonder how you ended up here; eyes full of adoration as you nod. "Alright then, Prince Charming."

You lift your leg just a little bit, but Jungkook knows your body, so doesn't give it a second thought as he reaches down to leverage it up. He strokes at your ankle, the heel of your foot, the arch. Smiles to himself when you shudder a little when his fingers ghost across the tiny ticklish section.

"Don't," you smile. "I'll fall."

He just shrugs. "I'll catch you."

That's the thing about Jungkook; he always does. Trusty, dependable, reliable.

Sure, maybe occasionally he would be the one to tie your laces, but he would always catch you.

You've no laces on now. Any falling? All of your own doing.

Jungkook doesn't let the sentiment linger. Asks, "Something blue?"

You look down at him as he slides the second shoe onto your other foot, and wonder if showing him really will be pushing your luck - but hey.

He's already seen the bride.

What harm would it do if he sees a little more?

He holds on to your ankle for longer than he really should. Strokes his thumb across the top of your foot. Smiles. You press the pad of your now-heeled foot into the tiny space between his spread legs, keeping it elevated, and give him a look that grants him permission to explore.

Both of his hands stroke up your raised leg, smooth and silky, the fabric of your dress moving to reveal what's hidden beneath. He reaches your knee. Leans forward a little. Presses those lips you know so well against your skin. Keeps stroking upwards, hands spreading across your thighs before reaching a roadblock. Chiffon and lace intertwined, a baby blue garter is hooked around your leg.

Jungkook's lips trail from the top of your knee to just shy of the material that stopped him from venturing further.

"Something blue," you whisper.

He nods. Lets his nose rest against it. You've sprayed it with your perfume. He fucking loves your perfume. You've been wearing the same one since he met you, and it always gets him a little heated at times he shouldn't be.

Isn't his fault though. He thinks you conditioned him.

And yeah, maybe you had sprayed it in his car vents on more than one occasion, and maybe you had deliberately layered a pheromone-infused oil beneath it that entire first summer. Not your fault he happened to like it a little too much. Not his fault the scent always takes him back to those stolen moments with you.

Jungkook's teeth sink into the material. Draw it back. Let it ping against your skin.

"Kook," you whisper, as if your hands aren't in his hair.

His hands push further up your legs. Both of them, now. They reveal the lacey white underwear you purchased especially for the big event. It's a matching set.

"Thank God it's not a Church wedding," he husks, a sigh exhaling. His breath tantalisingly chills your now-wet folds. So inconvenient. "You'd burn the second you stepped inside."

Jungkook's lips trail further. Leave little evidence. He's learned how to do that over the years. Has left no traces of himself, well, ever.

There's hustle and bustle in the garden out of the rear window. A traditional-style wooden screen preserves your dignity; hides your Gyeongsang-pa goonie from sight.

The venue wasn't your choice. It's Gyeongsang territory, for a start. Your father had said it would be good. Would help with the treaty. Very little about your 'party' has been planned by you. Like most of your life, your father has an iron vice on proceedings.

Your underwear was the one thing you had total control over. Had even considered wearing none at all, as a bit of a 'fuck you'.

Jungkook pauses. Takes in the sight of you. Grips the flesh of your upper thighs. Curses to himself.

It feels like he's staring at your lace-covered cunt for an eternity before his lips finally press against it. Your grip in his hair tightens.

You'll need to change your underwear before you walk down the aisle. That's fine. This underwear was never intended for anything other than this, regardless.

Because while yes, the groom shouldn't see the bride ahead of the ceremony, it's not like that matters here. Jungkook was always going to see you before the wedding.

His lips are slow as he withdraws, and simply says, "Something borrowed."

The implication is heavy; heart-stopping. Cataclysmic.

"By you?" You whisper, as his deep dark eyes meet yours.

He looks so pretty in defeat. It pains you - but you both know this is the least painful outcome for you both.

Jungkook shakes his head. Let your dress gather by the floor. Smooths it over. Reclines into his chair.

"By Min fuckin' Yoongi."

Neither of you speak for a moment. Hearing his name, especially uttered from Jungkook's lips, makes your blood run cold. For so long, you've avoided the topic.

It's impossible, now.

See, it doesn't matter if Jungkook sees you before the ceremony.

He's not your groom.

Yoongi is.

He's your counterpart; the son of the Gyeongsang-pa King. A marriage born out of a sacred treaty between the gangs; the promise that together they'll obliterate Sudogwon's unruly mobs that have been making their way south in recent years.

"It's not too late," Jungkook whispers.

But it is, and you both know it. You've come too far to back out now.

Negotiations have been made. Peace treaties signed. Deals across clans finalised.

You're Honam's Princess, but one day you'll be Gyeongsang-pa's Queen.

Jungkook will only ever be a pauper chasing after the big boys.

So you'll say your vows and exchange your rings, and Jungkook won't object.

He'll sit quietly, like a good boy should, and watch you seal your fate.

Will watch Min Yoongi slide a wedding band onto your ring finger.

Will smile to himself when notices your engagement ring holding it in place a few months from now.

Will remind himself of the old tales that go hand in hand with opal engagement rings. If the legends are anything to go by, you'll be a widow within four years. He can wait that long. Has waited far longer, already.

And if, by four years, his time still hasn't come?

Kings can be overthrown. Jungkook is as Jopok as they come. He'll fight dirty.

For you?

He thinks he'll fight to the death.

"You're too good for Gyeongsang," he tells you, neck stretched, the crown of his head resting between his shoulder blades. You're scratching at his hair, looking at him.

With a smile, you shrug. "I'll still be Honam. For you, I'll be Honam."

Jungkook nods. Closes his eyes. Leans into your touch.

"My Honam girl," he says quietly, and it makes you wish that you had just run away with him that very first summer. You'd suggested it after you first thought you had lost your necklace. Thought it would be the only way to keep one another safe - until Jungkook found it between the seats.

You'd thanked the God that you don't believe in at the time. Clutched the necklace over your heart, head tipped to the heavens, all while Jungkook looked only at you. Lucky, he'd said, unaware that it was the worst possible outcome for you both.

You should've run.

Should've fuckin' run.

"Go," you whisper, knowing it's too late for any of that now. "We've got a party to attend, and you can't show up in a pair of sweats."

He likes that you don't call it a wedding, either. Nods. Also knows he can't be caught sneaking from your room. There'd be hell to pay.

Jungkook gets to his feet. Kisses your cheek. Tell you how pretty you look. Slowly walks to the door, then turns to look at you one final time. Spares you from a final remark that could make you feel even worse about the situation.

"Kook?" You call, just because you can't bear to let him leave. Not yet. It's too soon.

He hums a response. Doesn't open the door just yet. Waits for you to speak.

"I wish we never met."

Jungkook looks at his feet. Smiles. Nods.

"Me, too, babe." And then, just because he needs it to be known, "I love you."

You don't turn to face him.

"I love you, too."

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melancholysway · 2 years ago

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I don't remember how bad Raph's anger issues were in the 2007 film so this might be a little ooc

But could you do something with Raph and Leo are arguing over something, and Raph throws his sai at a wall

It hits the wall and they hear a yelp, both turn around in a panic

The sai barely missed Y/N who was just coming in the room so now they're like, "hah I'll just come back laterrr :')" <- stressed out by a near death experience

Thank you!

You can do whateverjust Leo's and Raph's reactions, or all of their reactions, or a fic, whatever you're vibing with

Aww! I got you :) I'm doing this as if you're either of the turtle's S/O! so you can choose which you'd want to read:)

TMNT 2007 Imagines: How Leo & Raph would react if you were almost hit

As Leonardo's S/O

Ah- guys- he's pissed

He just looks at his brother with such disappointment that it makes Raph feel even more guilty than he already is.

To be fair, you learned to never get involved when there was an argument between Leonardo and Raphael, you could get hurt- seriously hurt.

They don't mess around, they will physically fight- they give no fucks

But when it's announced that Leonardo will be leaving to South America for training, Raphael is fucking livid. He interrupts Leo's meditation session and rips him a new one.

"I can't believe ya wouldn't tell us! What happened to not keepin' secrets O' Fearless One?!"

Although it may not look like it, Raphael cares a lot about his older brother. So to see him up and leave like that pisses him off.

But, he has it all wrong. Leonardo didn't want to hurt him or his other brothers with the news.

So, they argue. What about you may ask? it's beyond me. All of this pent-up anger and frustration from both sides causes an all-out yelling war. While the others are doing their own thing, you can't help but intervene. The last thing you want is a fight to break out between your boyfriend and best friend.

Just as you walk in, Raph grunts in frustration and throws his sai- and if it wasn't for your instant reflexes, you would have been gone.

You duck quickly, and when you turn around, you see how his (extremely sharp) sai just sticks in the cement wall behind you. it's at this moment that you're so lucky to be alive.

It shakes you up, and you see Raph's amber eyes go wide, he didn't mean that- he didn't even know you were standing there.

"Shit, Y/n, I ain't kno-" "Raph!? What the shell!?"

Leo's PISSED. Raph could've killed you.

This causes more arguing, as Leo goes over to you and pries the sai from the wall- throwing it to the side and putting a protective arm in front of you and standing in the middle of you and Raphael.

But, you try and leave. You don't want to be in the middle of the feud. Not again. You can't take a side. You don't want to take a side. It's not your place.

"No y/n you stay right here- RAPH. Apologize. Now."

Will literally force a sorry out of Raph and will NOT let him go until he does.

Once he apologizes (Raph does feel bad, he seriously didn't mean to nearly cause you an early death, so the sorry comes quick,) he picks up his sai and leaves the dojo.

Leo stays and makes sure you're okay after that. It's natural, you're shaken up, you feel weak in the knees, the normal. You're in shock.

That seriously could've gone south quick, and Leo thinks about it for a split second. What if it did? He doesn't want to think about it anymore. It causes him to tear up.

Leo believes in parallel universes, in a different universe, you DID wind up getting stabbed. He could only imagine how is parallel self is handling it right now.

"Deep breaths, love, I'm sorry." Once you calm down, he helps you to his room, it's very clean and bare now, as he already packed essentials for his trip. But, his bed is still the same. Same scent and everything.

Once you're in his bed, he gets you some water, and then he lays beside you, holding you, comforting you.

He apologizes. Although you stop him and tell him he has nothing to apologize for, he doesn't care. He feels responsible. He should've been more attentive. He shouldn't have continued arguing with Raph. Maybe that would've never happened if he did.

You calm down as minutes go by, and Leo asks you (for the 1000th time) if you’re feeling okay.

“Thanks to you, I am.”

His heart soars at your response. He’s always glad to help you.

As Raphael's S/O

ooh does this boy feel like shit for doing that

It’s been a rough couple of weeks, especially finding out Leo will be leaving for god knows how long

So when he barges in the dojo one day and just starts going off on Leo- letting out all of his anger, it turns into a full blown argument

“I’m doing it for you, Raph! For our family!”

Raph doesn’t wanna hear it. He wants his brother HERE. In the sewers of NYC, not 3727228 miles away.

As Raph’s S/O, you understood why he got so angry at times. He was mad at the world around him. How imperfect it can truly be, and how it can turn upside down in an instant.

You had to understand Raph before you even thought about dating him- he’s a handful. He knows that, and he tries his best for you. You know he does.

You comfort him a lot. Like that day when Leo announced he would be leaving. He was feeling so many emotions and didn’t know what to do

So he started to dislike his brother. Like right now, how he just came in the dojo and started up an argument just because he can.

“We need ya here! I need ya here!” Doesn’t Leo understand that? But, it’s also Splinter’s orders. Leo has to go.

They continue to go back and forth, and from experience and observation- you know not to try and be the mediator. That was more Splinter’s thing. But, he wasn’t around. Nobody was. Just you as you just so happen to walk by.

But, you put all those conversations between Donnie and Mikey about what you should and shouldn’t do when Leo and Raph argue and go in there to try to at least dial it down.

Note: you should NOT tell both of them to shutup, they will literally forget they’re arguing with each other and come together and tell YOU to shutup and stay out of it (via Mikey)

Back to the current situation, you walk in and hear Raph’s accented voice get louder, and as you get closer to see them both, you also see something sharp fly right in your direction

After quickly ducking and yelping in the process, Raphael and Leonardo both stop and look at you.

Barely missed. And now? You’re sitting on the floor looking at them both.

Leonardo apologizes first. He should’ve been more aware of his surroundings and stopped Raph from almost decapitating you.

Your boyfriend, on the other hand, is shocked. He’s frozen in place, watching as Leo helps you get up, and soon leaving the dojo to get Donnie as you mention that you feel your heart racing.

“I’m fine, Leo, I’m just…” too late, he’s already gone.

Raphael truly fucked up, didn’t he? The last thing he would ever want to do is hurt you. You’re practically his everything. Who he tries to be a better person (err, turtle) for.

“Shit, babe, I’m so…fuck…I’m sorry,” once Raph gets himself out of that shocked state, he comes rushing to you, not even thinking about his sai that’s sticking out the wall.

He begins to ramble, that’s what he always did when he has no grasp on his emotions. He didn’t mean to do that. He had no idea you were there. He’s sorry, so fucking sorry. He knows he could’ve hurt you-he knows.

As you feel your heart rate go down as moments pass, you just embrace your boyfriend mid ramble. You hold him. You’re okay, and you have to tell him that.

“Hey, I’m okay, see?” You say while you bury your face in his plastron, “That reflex training you taught me finally came in handy, huh?” Raph isn’t sure what to do with his hands at first, but they soon wrap around your smaller form. How can you be so sweet to him when he almost took your head off?

He apologizes sincerely once again, but…it’s okay. Things happen. You knew Raphael wouldn’t do anything to hurt you intentionally. He’s not like that towards you. He cherishes you.

You cherish him all the same.

Leo comes back with Donnie, but you insist you’re okay. Which, you are. Raph and Leo end things bittersweetly, but what matters is that it’s over. They know not to fight to that extent. Raph understands now.

Raph’s still thinking hard about what he almost did to you, and it takes a lot of reassurance for him to see that you’re truly not angry or upset at him.

And once you’ve given Raphael that reassurance, he’s feeling better.

“You’re gonna have to try harder than that to get rid of me, Raphie.” You’re using his nickname again, you’re joking with him again like you usually do, and it makes him smile. It makes him love you even more, how you can get past his fuck ups with no hard feelings. He needs someone who understands.

You understand, and that’s what he loves about you.

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cainluvr69 · 1 year ago

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Surely, We Can Make Miracles Chapter 1

Tall Sailor: Hmmhmhmhmm~

Short Sailor: Don't go humming like that before sunrise.

Tall Sailor: The sun is already rising. I know the sky's still dark and the moon is shining bright, but look--the water on the horizon line is starting to turn red.

Short Sailor: That ain't what I mean. If you sing a song on the water on a night like this, with the moon hangin' overhead, you'll call mermaids.

Tall Sailor: Mermaids, huh… They sound pretty scary, but I still wanna see one someday. You ever see one, bro?

Short Sailor: Nope. But you've heard what they're saying, right? …That they're bein' seen around here lately.

Tall Sailor: Yeah… They said people comin' here to sightsee are reelin' them in from the ocean… I think.

Short Sailor: Yeah, that's right. So don't go singin' any songs. They're attracted to the sound of songs over the waves.

Tall Sailor: Scary… But I really do wanna see one. Don't they have silver scales that shine as beautifully as moonlight?

Short Sailor: Anything as pretty as the moon is an obvious red flag, man. The moon's <the Great Calamity> after all. It's gonna destroy the world someday. We should quit all this spooky talk while it's still shinin' above us.

Tall Sailor: …Yeah, alright… …Hey, bro. Do you know where mermaids live?

Short Sailor: The bottom of the sea, of course.

Tall Sailor: I know the bottom of the sea is the bottom of the sea, but like… You know. What about that island a wizard sank?

Short Sailor: …Y'mean Adams Island?

Tall Sailor: Yeah. I heard they live in the sunken Adams Island. Mermaids living in the ruins of a human city, at the bottom of the deep blue sea… Do you think they know how to use human furniture and stuff? Like, do they open and close doors and sleep on beds?

Short Sailor: What the hell are you talking about? You're putting too much stock in fairytales. C'mon! Put your hips into it and help me pull in these nets!

Tall Sailor: …One, two…!

Short Sailor: …Hey! Check it out! We've got a great haul here!

Tall Sailor: …Oh, we do! We reeled in a bunch of nice 'n ripe mermaid apples!

Short Sailor: Mom'll be glad to see them! Her mermaid apple pie is always so good……?! …?!?!

Tall Sailor: …?!

Short Sailor: What was that just now…?! I heard somethin' real loud, and then the water started movin' weird…

Tall Sailor: Ah… Bro, look…!! The red light on the horizon wasn't the sun! The ocean's surface is glowing red…!!

Short Sailor: What's goin' on…?! It looks like the water is burning up… Uwagh…!! Th-the boat's gonna capsize…! Th-that's a pillar of fire…! There's a huge pillar of fire comin' up from the bottom of the sea…!

Both Sailors: Uwaaahhh…!!

✦✧☾✧✦

Shylock: Welcome. Has something happened? You seem to be in quite a panic…

Wizard with Hat: Bad news, Shylock! A Northern wizard named Balthazar is here in Western Country!

Blonde-Tressed Wizard: He's got magic so strong, he completely took control of Adams Island before we knew it!

Shylock: Oh my. Why would a Northern wizard, with the pride they have in living somewhere so harsh, come here? And why bother taking over Adams Island when it's so small?

Wizard with Hat: I heard he lost a turf war in the North, and that's why he's moving south.

Blonde-Tressed Wizard: It was Oz, he lost to Oz. He's the scariest and strongest ancient Northern wizard around. Once Oz began his conquest of the North, wizards started abandoning their territory one after another.

Shylock: And this Balthazar is doing the same?

Wizard with Hat: Probably…

Cloaked Wizard: Shylock! You need to run! Balthazar is coming here!

Blonde-Tressed Wizard: He's what?!

Cloaked Wizard: He's turned the Western archipelago into a complete mess, and now he wants the City of Nectar, too! He said the first thing he's gonna do to rule over this place is slaughter you! You need to pack your things and go!

Shylock: While I would certainly not call myself the "ruler" of this place, I have no intention of handing over land with such a beautiful view over to anyone else. Nor do I have any intention of leaving. This is my shop.

Wizard with Hat: What are you saying, Shylock?! Not even you have a chance of going up against a Northern wizard!

Witch with a Blue Ring: What about Murr?! Could we ask him to help?! That genius you adore so much is here, isn't he?!

Shylock: You seem to have quite the misapprehension about my feelings for him… Professor Murr Hart is quite rude and impolite, you know.

Witch with a Blue Ring: Is he? Then should I call him the genius that adores you so much?

Shylock: That would also be quite incorrect. Regardless, Murr is currently absorbed in his research. It's impossible to contact him for the time being. I don't even know where he is at the moment.

Witch with a Blue Ring: Oh no… Then what will you do…?!

???: <Mare Praeda>

Shylock: …! All of you, get down…!

Cloaked Wizard: Waahh…!!

Witch with a Blue Ring: Kyaa…!

Shylock: <Inviebelle> …Are all of you unhurt?

Witch with a Blue Ring: Thank you, Shylock. Your barrier protected us… But those glasses you love so much took the hit instead…

Shylock: You needn't fret over them. It's an acceptable loss, as long as all of you are alright.

Wizard with Hat: But they were such lovely glasses, and you always handled them with such care…

???: Tch… This shop is little more than a redressed animal pen.

Shylock: …

???: Which one of you is Shylock.

Shylock: That would be me.

Blonde-Tressed Wizard: Shylock…!

???: You, is it?

Shylock: I'd prefer if you didn't step any further into my bar. You are banned from entry.

???: …What?

Shylock: This is my bar, and I've decided that you don't deserve to come inside of it. And thus, you are banned from entry. Please leave. Balthazar.

Balthazar: <Mare Praeda>

Wizard with Hat: Shylock…!

Balthazar: This city belongs to me. And now I'm going to turn you to stone.

Shylock: Please, do make your attempt. Though as I recall, you've already given up your territory…

Balthazard: …Bastard…!

Shylock: And unlike you, I love this place, so I shall not be giving you even a millimeter of it. Even if I should turn to stone, my soul will remain. And that will never belong to you.

Balthazar: You certainly love to hear yourself talk, for a fragile Western wizard. <Mare Praeda>

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Chloe: And then what happened?! How did you beat that Northern wizard?!

Shylock: I didn't defeat him. In the end he sank along with Adams Island, and that was that.

Chloe: I'm suuuuper interested in hearing about everything that happened in the middle, though!

Rustica: As am I. For instance, why did Adams Island sink in the first place? What about you, Master Sage?

Akira: I'm interested, too. How did you keep your shop safe from that Northern wizard?

My name is Masaki Akira. On a night with a full moon, I was pulled into this strange world. A world that contains both magic and wizards to cast it. At the moment, I live in this manor alongside twenty-one of those wizards. So that one day, we may save this world from <the Great Calamity> that tries to destroy it.

Chloe: I know! Murr came and saved you!

Murr: Me! I helped!

Chloe: Right now, your soul is in pieces because you got too close to <the Great Calamity>, but…

Murr: My soul broke! And now bits of my soul are aaaall over the world!

Rustica: It's very impressive that you can introduce yourself, Murr.

Murr: Yaaaay! Teehee!

Akira: (Introducing yourself by announcing your soul got broken is one heck of an introduction…)

Chloe: I heard that the old Murr was smart, cool, and better at magic than the Murr we have now. The shards of your soul that we've met so far did all seem like intellectual types, and they were kind of intimidating, but really cool, too… So wouldn't the real Murr be like, super duper strong and cool and amazing?

Shylock: My, I wonder. Though it is true he was quite formidable.

Chloe: I wish I could've met himmmm! And you and him had a really deep relationship, didn't you, Shylock?

Shylock: Well. You know how it is.

Chloe: I'm soooo curious!

Rustica: Well, Murr? Were you the one who saved Shylock's bar?

Murr: Umm… I forgot!

Shylock: Fufu… It's getting quite late. I should close up shop soon.

Chloe: Whaaaat? But I wanna hear more of your story!

Shylock: I can continue it another time. Our dear Master Sage is looking tired.

Akira: You're right… I want to hear how the story ends, but I guess we should get some rest first. Chloe, when you get to hear the rest of it, be sure to come get me so I can hear it, too.

Chloe: Of course! Let's get all excited about it together!

Rustica: Well then, Master Sage, allow me to escort you to your room.

Akira: Oh, no, you don't need to. I mean, it's pretty close by.

Shylock: Won't you let Rustica be your escort, Master Sage? We've only just weathered a terrible incident here in our very home, after all.

Akira: That's true…

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Just a few days ago, this manor had gone up in flames. The enigmatic wizard Nova had launched a surprise attack.

Akira: …The flames are…!

Shylock: Master Sage…! You need to get out of here!

Even though the manor was supposed to be protected by a very strong magical barrier. Nova had broken through it and invaded, and almost killed the world's strongest wizard, Oz.

Oz: …gh…!

Mithra: Oz…!

It seemed that <the Great Calamity> wasn't the only enemy we needed to face. There was no lack of danger here in this world. Knowing that the world's strongest wizard was nearby had been a pillar of mental support for everyone, and the injuries he'd taken had shaken that pillar. And I had also lost a friend that I hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye to. Although I'm not sure "lost" is the right word…

Akira: Huh… What happened to the purple sapphire shard…? Do you know what happened to shard of your soul that we found in the botanical gardens?

Murr: I ate it!

Physical actualizations of the pieces of Murr's soul existed all over the world. They were all friends that I'd never get to meet again. But the result of those shards being put back together was right in front of me: Murr himself. So I didn't want to think I was actually saying goodbye to them. It was just that something a bit strange had happened. That's all. I'd lived through so many dizzying, hectic days here in this world, but with my ever-reliable wizards at my side, I'd gotten through all of them.

✦✧☾✧✦

Akira: Well, I should be getting back to my room now.

Rustica: Give me your hand, Master Sage. I shall take you there.

Chloe: I'll go with you! What will you do, Murr?

Murr: I'm gonna help Shylock close up!

Shylock: My, what a good boy you're being.

Murr: Master Sage! We're all going to Borda Island three days from now, right?

Akira: Yes. We were all invited to a lunch party with the island's new lord. I think…her name is Dianne Chenon.

Rustica: I've heard she's quite friendly towards wizards. I'm very much looking forward to meeting her. The last time we paid the island a visit, she was unfortunately away on pressing business.

Shylock: This is the second time she's made such an invitation. The mourning of the deaths in the Western royal family is still ongoing, so I imagine she's been quite busy in the interim.

Chloe: A lunch party means formal clothes! And I made new outfits for everyone! Look forward to them, okay?

Murr: Yaaaay! Can I see them right now?

Chloe: Noooo! You have to look forward to them!

Murr: That works, too! I love looking forward to things!

Akira: I'm looking forward to seeing them, too! Ah… That reminds me. Miss Dianne wrote in her letter that she had something she wanted to discuss during the party. It sounds like some kind of weird incident happened…

Shylock: Perhaps it's another odd phenomenon caused by <the Great Calamity's> influence.

Akira: That's what I was thinking… I'll probably need to rely on you all again when the time comes.

Shylock: But of course. That we may be of help to you, Master Sage, is an honor unto itself. But for now, you should get yourself to bed. Goodnight, Akira.

Murr: G'niiiight! See you tomorrow!

Akira: Goodnight. I'll see you both tomorrow.

✦✧☾✧✦

Once again, my name is Masaki Akira. On a night with a full moon, I was pulled into this strange world. This world has five countries--Central, North, West, East, and South--where wizards and humans live side by side. Each country's people have different temperaments from the others, and their feelings towards wizards are just as varied.

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Central Citizen: Wizards? I'd wanna make friends with one. But they've got that strength that no one but them can see. So I think a solid system for managing them so that bad wizards can't do whatever they want is necessary. Don't you think so? Though I'd feel bad for the good wizards that'd be forced to live under those same restrictions.

****TL note: Balthazar's spell is <Mare Praeda>, which translates extremely loosely to "prey of the sea".

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#.mhyktl #.main story tl #.eventtl #4th anni

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terrence-silver · 1 year ago

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I can imagine when they first meet, Beloved may be head over heels for Terry and then start to gradually fall out of love due to his jelousy and controlling behaviour. Is he able to see what he's doing wrong and learn how to be more considerate of Beloved's feelings before he loses them (I know he will never let Beloved leave but I mean losing them emotionally)?

Thing is, I think Terry Silver knows when he's 'wrong' (about jealousy, controlling behaviors, flat out psychopathy --- you name it) he just doesn't care. Like, he gets it. But, the part of socialization that breeds conventional guilt and commonplace ethics just ain't there.

Man could go around hurting, lying, manipulating and using people he's placed in the 'enemy' or 'temporary or not-so-temporary appliance' box and not feel a thing doing so, in fact, quite the opposite. He feels butterflies. Terry relishes every moment of it all while totally realizing what he's doing is basically wrong by any wider social standards; in fact, the very idea that he's doing an awful thing he finds so amusing is the reason why it feels so perversely giddy in the first place. Basically, imagine the morality of a child; innately selfish, slightly creepy and still developing, thinking that drowning a cat or bullying another kid can be rather funny --- well, that's Terry Silver, for you. Now, I think things are different if people are placed into the 'mine', 'ally' or 'I adore you' box. Because one's either or with Terry. He's an absolutist. He either loathes your guts or he wants to devour your guts because he loves you so much.

If he loves someone, he wants to do right by them.

Needs to, actually.

He doesn't treat all people the same because to him, all people absolutely aren't the same or equal. 'His' people are top notch by default and everyone else is worm food.

So, I can actually see Terry Silver being something of a people-pleaser with beloved. In fact, an absolute people-pleaser. He people-pleases special chosen ones as much as he wants to be pleased. He sure is a people-pleaser with John Kreese, for example. He wants his beloved's highest opinion. He wants not to be hated by them (not that it would turn him off if they did --- quite the contrary). He wants their adulation. Their devotion undying. Their praise. Their total acceptance. He wants it all and will have it all, by any means necessary. And so, my god, he could be the slickest, most charming, smothering, loyal man in the world to the degree that his tendencies to control and be jealous blend in with his more admirable traits and become effectively tucked in there, between the lines and even when they come through, they can come through very covertly, if he wants them to. None of his positive traits are faked. No. They're real. Very, very real. It is just that he has the ability to compartmentalize the good from the bad until he can be here simultaneously causing environmental disasters in the Global South and actually being the most doting, passionate partner privately who is considerate of his beloved's feelings to the point of being invasive about it --- in fact, that might be the only thing he is considerate about, worryingly enough --- he is considerate of beloved all while the rest of the World and everyone in it might as well burn to ash.

That's why Terry Silver is so damn scary; because when he wants to, with people he wants to, he can actually be a nonironically damn good person who won't lose the people he's hellbent on emotionally because he makes it his life's mission not to --- and then everyone else might as well be fodder for him. So, you better pray you're one of the few people he likes and not those great many he doesn't care for.

#terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #character analysis #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

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an-ecu-harrypotter-au · 7 months ago

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TPS Part 8: Visions And Vines

Ah wake up in the mornin after a bad dream. Ah gotta tell Jacklin bout it but Ah also gotta make sure Ah know wha's happened. Ah'm sittin wit 'er fer breakfast an see she's done talkin.

"Jacklin. Ah got somethin Ah gotta tell ya."

"What is it, Toby?"

Ah take a breath cause Ah know she probly ain't gonna believe me on this.

"You'll believe me right?"

"If it's something that's so bad that it could affect the other students then yes. Headmaster Dumbledore would have to know if the school could be in danger."

"If Ah tell ya Ah dunno if it could affect the other students, would ya still wanna know?"

"Yes, Toby. If it's that bad you need to tell me."

Ah jus' whisper it cause even though Ah don’t wanna look at Jacklin Ah gotta tell 'er.

"Dumbledore's gonna die."

"Did you see anything like a flash of green or anyone's face, Toby?"

"Ah saw a big flash of green, yeah."

Ah remember seein' a big flash a green an' then nothin'. Ah don’t remember seein' no actual faces.

"That's the killing curse. Someone's going to kill the Headmaster."

"But Jacklin, Ah don't… Ah don' want anyone ta die. And Ah don' want anyone ta know tha Ah saw this… this…"

Ah feel tha tears an' Ah just wanna hide mah head. But Jacklin lifts mah chin an' makes me look at 'er.

"I know that you don't want anyone to die. You have this ability and you don't know how to control it. Professor Trelawney might be able to help you have clearer visions so you can have a better chance of doing something about them."

Ah wanna believe 'er but Ah don’t really wanna take the risk. Ah don’t wanna see anythin’ like it agin.

"Am Ah… am Ah… am Ah a bad person, Jacklin?"

"No. You remember when I talked about what it means to be a Seer right?"

"Yeah. Ya gotta have some kinda inner eye ta see inta the future. Can't always control what they see an when. But Ah still all weird round here."

Ah start rubbin the space in between mah eyes. Ah can feel mahself gettin fuzzy till Ah shake mah head.

"You should have a drink of pumpkin juice, Toby. You look pale and need the sugar to feel better."

"Ok."

Ah take a sip a juice. Ah start hummin' a song till Ah see Jacklin lookin at me.

"Is that a popular human song where you're from?"

"It's called "Home, Home On The Range". Ah dunno if it's real popular though."

"On the range of what?"

"It's a place wit a big ol' sky an a lotta grass an a lotta animals."

"That would explain why I never heard of that term. We don't have that in the UK."

Ah forget bout hummin' an Ah feel like Ah'd really like ta go home, but Ah know it ain't ok ta leave fer home yet.

"Do you know where Charms class is, Toby?"

"No, Ah was gonna follow ya ta class."

"Oh. That's alright. This year, the classroom is in the South Tower in Class 99. We need to go all the way up to the 7th floor and go right to use the stairs going up the tower."

"Ok."

Ah follow Jacklin an we start headin' fer the stairs. We end up on the 3rd floor.

"Oh dear we're lost. We need to go into Charms corridor to find Professor Flitwick's office."

"Ah thought Dumbledore said we ain't allowed here."

"I know, Toby. But at least if we can find Professor Flitwick we can get figure out how the way to get class."

"Ok."

Ah look over at the ceilin an floor tha's all carved stone an' all the walls an' windows have paintin's on 'em. Ah wonder how this place would look, if Ah was a ghost.

"I hope this is Professor Flitwick's office so he can help us."

Ah look over an see Jacklin's at a door. Ah decide ta jus push the door open. There's this real big 3 headed dog an he's lookin mean.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!"

"Ahhhh!"

We get outta the room's fast as we can.

"What on earth was that!?"

Ah look over at Jacklin an Ah feel a little sorry bout somehow knowin somethin she don't.

"Oh, yeah, tha's Fluffy, the guard dog."

"How do you know that?"

"Ah dunno. Somethin in mah gut tol me Jacklin."

Ah don't know why Ah said that. Girls usually don't like talkin bout guts.

"Strange they got a big ol dog stuck up in that room though."

"There was a trap door so it must be guarding something."

We manage ta get back on track when Ah get an idea.

"Jacklin... Ah think Ah got somethin."

"What do you think it is?"

"Ah think that trap door's there ta hide the Philosfer's Stone."

"How do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?"

"Well, Ah dunno fer sure, but mah gut's jus tellin me that."

Ah start followin’ Jacklin agin up the next flight a stairs. Ah wonder wha's gonna happen in there.

"There it is, Toby. I see Professor Flitwick by the door."

Ah look at Flitwick an’ Ah feel like Ah’ve seen him before. Jacklin starts makin’ her way inside tha room.

"Good morning, Professor Flitwick. I'm Jacklin Gryffindor."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Miss Gryffindor. It really is an honor to have you in my class."

Ah walk in with Jacklin an’ fer once we ain't sittin tagether. Ah ain't too upset bout it cause Jacklin's still close by.

"Everyone be seated so we can start today's lesson. Now I want everyone to present your wands."

Ah look at Flitwick. He looks like a squirrel with the way his eyes dart back an forth. Ah pull mah wand out an Ah hope Flitwick don't notice mah wand's different.

"Now today we will be going over how your wand type will affect your ability to perform charms. After all each wand has a unique skillset to reflect the parts that were used to make it. However, I personally believe that with a lot of practice anyone can pass my class even if their wand isn't meant for charms."

Ah pay close attention cause even though Ah know mah wand's fer nature type a magic, maybe there's a real good job Ah can do one day.

Time Skip

Flitwick gets ta a list a different jobs we can do based on what we specialize in. Ah'm real excited now cause Ah wanna get somethin Ah'm good at.

"Mr. Kwimper and some of you have wands that indicate strong connections with people and nature. That of course translates very well with Potions and Herbology which are very important elements of Healing magic. However to be a Healer you also need to excel in Charms, Transfiguration and Defence Against the Dark Arts."

Ah start ta feel a lil discouraged. Bein a Healer sounds good but Ah dunno if Ah'm gonna be good nough ta be one.

"Therefore if any of you feel that being a Healer is right for you, I want you all to use that passion to fuel you when you study. You may not be the best duelists if you have a unicorn hair core, but it is the connections with people and nature that make for great Healers."

Ah look at mah wand an Ah notice it's a real good-lookin’ wand. Ah feel better bout not bein able ta do everythang. Ah wanna be a Healer an help people. Flitwick sayin Ah might have a chance's good nough fer me.

"For Thursday, I want you all to practice the spells listed in Chapter 1: An Introduction to Charms. You will all demonstrate these spells in class. You're all dismissed."

Ah pack up mah stuff an Ah just start followin' Jacklin down tha hall. She's leadin’ me somewhere an Ah don't wanna be left behind.

"Let me see now. Class 72 should be somewhere along this corridor."

"Class 72?"

"Yes, it’s where we have to go for History of Magic."

Ah follow her down a long, dark corridor. It’s real spooky walkin' alone in tha coldness an’ darkness. But Jacklin’s in front a me an she ain’t even scared, so Ah follow 'er.

"We ain’t gonna fall asleep, are we, Jacklin?"

"Of course not. Professor Binns is a ghost. A ghost teacher would be too exciting for students like you who haven't been around them. Besides history is actually a fascinating subject that talks about not just wizard history, but other magical creatures."

"Yeah. Ah guess so. Ah’m jus' wonderin’ wha tha Binns ghost might look like."

"He died before 1890 so he's going to look very different than a typical old man."

"He’s not a meanie, is he?"

"I don't believe he would be. Headmaster Dumbledore wouldn't have a professor teaching something they're not good at."

We sit down an the bell rings. Binns' ghost comes right through a blackboard. Me an a couple other kids get all scared.

"Hello. It is I, Professor Binns again. For the first class I will begin with… the early origin… of witches and wizards. In the UK.... Ollivanders..... was founded after the.... Roman conquest of Britain... in the year... 43."

Ah start ta realize it's gonna be much harder ta stay awake than Ah thought.

Time Skip

"Alright, Toby. We're done with classes for today."

Ah’m so sleepy Ah can barely walk.

"Are you having a vision, Toby?"

"Nah. But Ah still dunno why Ah keep seein Dumbledore dyin."

"What did you see?"

"Some guy in black usin a green flash an then he's fallin off a tower."

Ah feel tears comin' inta mah eyes as it seems like no one can help me, an’ Ah'm gonna have ta find out the hard way.

"We have the rest of the day to ourselves. I think it’s important to try to rest."

Ah'm so scared like Ah got Spiderman instincts that Ah jus start runnin ta mah dorm room.

"Don’t run in the corridors. You’re going to get hurt."

Ah turn round an Ah see tha prefect comin' towards me. Ah’m not really tryin' ta run, but Ah’m still shakin’ real bad. Ah'm startin ta cry.

"Come now, come now. What has you all in a tizzy?"

"Ah've been seein scary thangs bout people gettin hurt. Ah dunno what ta do!"

"In that case I’ll escort you to Professor Trelawney. She'll know how to tend to you."

Ah sniffle a little as mah prefect puts his arm round mah shoulders. Ah hope Professor Trelawney can help me... or at least tell me what is happenin’ to me.

Time Skip

Ah don't remember wha happened but Ah somehow managed ta get back ta mah dorm an sleep like the dead. It's mornin when Ah wake up feelin really hungry.

"Mmm..."

Trevor ribbits an Ah smile a lil.

"Awright Trevor Ah'll get yer eats. Ah know ya like wormies so Ah'll get ya a wormy. There ya go lil buddy."

Trevor stops eatin' ta look at me. Trevor looks all happy. Ah pet him very gently an’ he croaks his thanks.

"Ah'm gonna go an get somethin ta eat mahself."

Ah head ta tha Great Hall ta eat breakfast an feel somethin in mah pocket.

"Ooh Ah got a chocolate bar."

Ah chew slowly an' start hummin' while Ah chew. Ah make mah way ta the Great Hall an Ah see Jacklin wit 'er white hair.

"Hey, Jacklin!"

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

"Uh huh."

"That's very nice to hear."

Ah finish mah chocolate bar an get mahself some hash browns an pancakes.

"I can only imagine how hungry you're feeling given that you missed lunch and dinner yesterday."

Ah eat some hash browns first, cause Ah think they might get cold before Ah can eat ‘em later. Then Ah start on some pancakes. Ah look over ta Jacklin an’ Ah see that she's startin’ ta stare at mah belly.

"How are you able to eat so much? Are you having a growth spurt, Toby?"

"Tha’d be really good if Ah was! Maybe Ah could finally grow some more inches."

Ah look real embarrassed now, 'cause Ah'm sure Ah have a lotta food in mah stomach even if Ah don't realize it.

"Ah ain’t fat, am Ah?"

"No. You need to have fat tissue to help you grow. Especially if you’re having a growth spurt."

"Taller's not normal fer me though. How tall do ya figure Ah might get?"

"It’s possible for you to be 6 feet tall. You might be the type of boy who grows into someone with a lot muscles and all the girls would want to date you."

Ah start blushin an get all embarrassed.

"Why'd ya gotta be bringin girls inta this? Ah don't wanna be bothered by a lotta girls who only like mah looks then say Ah'm a dummy."

"Oh don't be embarrassed, Toby. You never know how puberty will change how we look. I think if you do grow up to be tall and handsome, any girl who's worth being your friend would never make fun of you."

Ah smile a lil. Jacklin's real good at makin me feel good bout mahself. Ah try ta think bout what'll if happen when Ah do grow up. Ah still ain't so sure bout the handsome part, but Ah can see mahself as bein tall.

"Maybe puberty ain't gonna be scary as Ah thought."

The bell starts ringin.

"Awright time ta go ta Potions."

Time Skip

"For Friday, I want a 2 inch scroll about the Hair-Raising Potion. You may leave now."

Ah walk wit Jacklin as we all move on ta Herbology.

"Ya wanna know somethin, Jacklin?"

"What is it, Toby?"

"Today, there'll be a problem wit some a the plants that'll keep us out a class. Sprout'll want us ta help an Ah'll be able ta see Pacer agin."

"I see. If your vision is right, then we should see her trying to clear up an out of control plant. I already know that we have Herbology with Hufflepuff so you're right about seeing your friend again"

Ah get a lil happy bout that. Ah hope Pacer likes Herbology so we can work wit Sprout tagether.

"Whoa! Careful, Toby!"

Ah stop ta see a weird black type a plant's kinda slitherin round on the ground.

"That's Devil's Snare. Professor Sprout is trying to control it."

"Don't get any closer, dears. Devil's Snare coils up when you touch it. Use the Fire-Making spell to draw it back inside."

"Yes, Professor Sprout."

Ah have ta pay attention ta what Jacklin says cause Ah don't wanna mess up the spell.

"Incendio!"

Ah see fire come outta Jacklin's wand an' Ah what ta do now.

"Incendio."

After a few minutes we get the Devil's Snare's under control. Professor Sprout smiles at us.

"Well done, dears! 10 points to Gryffindor each."

Ah look at Jacklin's smilin' face, an' Ah can't help but grin a little.

"The rest of your class is here. Just in time."

Ah look an see Pacer wit the Hufflepuffs. Ah go on up ta him.

"Pacer hi!"

"Hello, Toby. Vhat did you do for da professor?"

"Me an Jacklin helped 'er get some Devil's Snare back inside the greenhouse. Ah ain't ever worked wit that type a plant before but Ah like workin gardens so Ah think Ah'm gonna like this class. How about you?"

"Oh yes my moder has a greenhouse for a lot of medicinal plants. Dat is because she vorks vith my fader in running our family apotecary."

Ah try ta imagine a greenhouse tha's bout as big as this one. A real young Pacer helpin his parents wit different plants like ginger an lavender.

"I have to go sit vith my class. It vas nice talking vith you, Toby."

Ah wave bye ta him an get settled next ta Jacklin. Ah'm real curious about what'll come next.

"As you can see dearies, this is Devil's Snare. You must take very good care of yourselves when handling this. Given that they are sensitive to light all of the windows are of course open."

Time Skip

"Can I talk vith you Professor Sprout?"

"Ah gotta ask ya somethin ma'am."

Me an Pacer go up ta Sprout at the same time when class ends. Pacer got ta 'er first so Ah let 'em speak first.

"I vas vondering if you vant any students helping you."

"And do you want to ask me the same thing Mr. Kwimper?"

Ah nod at 'er cause even witout the House points Ah wanna be part a somethin Ah'm good at.

"How thoughtful dearies! Mr. Kwimper you already helped enough for today. I'll ask you if you can help after one of my lectures when I'm ready. If you have a free period Mr. Burton, I would love your help trimming some dittany."

"Yes Professor Sprout. My moder asked me to do dat before in her own greenhouse."

"Excellent!"

Ah wave bye ta Pacer an go back ta mah dorm room. Ah need a lil nap before Ah work on mah scroll wit Jacklin.

Time Skip

"Uh, Jacklin, can Ah ask ya somethin'?"

"Of course, Toby."

"Ya say a lotta wizards fly a broom cause we gotta learn ta fly 1st year but somethin bout it don't make sense. Why can't yer dad jus pick up yer letters himself?"

"My father is always traveling so it wouldn't be practical for him to constantly travel to Hogwarts. Flying from say France to Scotland would take way too long if this was an emergency. Also depending on where you are, humans can easily see you fly on a broom which is against our laws meant to keep magic a secret. That's why I was told by my father to send all of my letters to Gryffindor Manor. Mother sends them to where ever he is once she gets them."

"But what if yer awready at home? Can't ya magic yer letters ta him?"

She looks at me an Ah hope Ah ain't bein a dummy.

"Wizards under the age of 17 can't do magic outside of school. We all have the Trace which specifically goes off if we willingly perform it. I can't use a spell to send them until the Trace disappears on my 17th birthday at midnight."

"Oh. Ok."

Time Skip

"Of course Slytherin is joining us for this class."

"And tha's bad somehow?"

"Well.... I'm just concerned that there are some in Slytherin that won't be as friendly with you about your condition. I don't know that for sure but it's a concern."

Ah look who Ah'm gonna have ta spend the day wit an' Ah can't help but sigh. Ah've been lookin forward ta the first lesson.

"Everyone line up! My name is Madam Hooch and today we will learn the basics of broom control."

Ah line up in front a mah broom.

"I want you all to raise your hand over your broom and say "Up" with authority."

Ah follow Hooch's directions an' raise mah hand.

"Up! Up! Up!"

Mah broom don't move.

"Up!"

Jacklin's broom goes ta 'er on the first try.

"Up please!"

Sayin please worked an Ah'm real happy bout it.

"Well done, Mr. Kwimper."

After a few minutes everybody's got their brooms. Madam Hooch pulls out 'er whistle.

"Now mount your brooms and keep steady. Rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly."

Ah get on mah broom an even though it's like ridin a horse Ah'm real nervous. Ah can't stop thinkin' how high Ah might fall from.

"Now give your broom a nice kick."

Ah look round fer a second, sighin. Ah give mah broom the best kick Ah can. The broom flies a little too high.

"Mr. Kwimper?"

Ah keep tryna make it fly down. Mah feet are startin’ ta shake. Ah keep thinkin bout fallin. Ah feel like Ah’m gonna pass out cause Ah can't stop mah broom.

"Mr. Kwimper!"

Ah faint an Ah dunno wha happened next.

Jacklin's POV

"Ahhhhh! He's falling!"

Some girls scream as I watch Toby fall. I instinctively swoop down and catch him with my broomstick. While it is impressive of me to handle the extra weight, my flying is so sloppy it was all I could do to land without crashing. My fellow Gryffindors cheer for me while some of the Slytherins laugh at Toby.

"Bloody hell did you see that catch?! She's amazing!"

"Ha! Kwimper went and got himself sick!

Madam Hooch comes up to us.

"Miss Gryffindor, I’m taking you to Professor McGonagall. I have never seen such skill from a first year. 50 points to Gryffindor for your heroism."

"Thank you, Madam Hooch. I hope Toby will be alright."

She looks at Toby shaking her head and starts to carry him.

"This boy certainly isn't meant for flying. I'll have to discuss this with the Headmaster."

I follow Madam Hooch as she brings you to the Hospital Wing.

"Madam Pomfrey please attend to Mr. Kwimper. He's come down with a bizarre case of motion sickness. Either that or a severe case of acrophobia."

"I see. Set him down on the cot there."

I watch as Madam Hooch lays Toby down on a cot.

"Come along now Miss Gryffindor. I'm sure Professor McGonagall would be very pleased to hear the news."

I leave the Hospital Wing hoping Toby will be alright.

"Madam Hooch may I ask what you wanted to ask Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course dear. I believe you have a strong instinct for flying and such skill must be developed. Your flying ability while still sloppy, is far more advanced than a first year student."

I follow her to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall."

"Yes Madam Hooch, what is it?"

"Due to the specific nature of my recent class, I believe Miss Gryffindor would be eligible to tryout for your Quidditch team."

Professor McGonagall looks up from her papers.

"And what exactly has Miss Gryffindor demonstrated?"

"She was able to successfully dive to save Mr. Kwimper when he lost control of his broom. Despite the sudden weight she was able to land without crashing."

She raises an eyebrow.

"I see. I will consult with Headmaster Dumbledore about whether an exception can be made. At the very least we will have to determine if it would be possible to for her to take an elective in place of Flying."

"Thank you professor. And now Miss Gryffindor I'm willing to let you skip this class for today. You may make use of your free time as you wish."

I nod as I go back to the Hospital Wing.

Toby's POV

Ah get a few hours sleep an' try ta not feel like Ah'm a failure. Ah couldn't even fly a lil without faintin. Ah feel like Ah jus don't belong.

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

"Yeah, Ah kinda just wanna forget 'bout it, but Ah guess Ah can't do that even if Ah wanted ta."

"I know. Madam Hooch was concerned that you were looking sick and out of control. When you fell off your broom I swooped down on my broom to catch you before you hit the ground."

"Why’d you do that? Why not jus' let me fall? Why go through the trouble?"

Ah can't understand why she had ta make me feel more barrassed by doin' somethin good fer me. Jus when Ah thought she was gonna call me a dummy, she goes an starts bein’ nice ta me.

"Toby if I let you fall, then you would have died. You were falling head first at a dangerous height. I merely acted on pure instinct."

"Yeah. Yer right. Maybe Ah'm worryin' too much. Things'll get better."

"Now I came here to tell you what Professor McGonagall had to say. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yep."

"Madam Hooch told her that I saved you by using an advanced level of skill on my broomstick. Even though it wasn't perfect, she was very impressed by ability to land without crashing."

"Whoa."

"Madam Hooch then asked if she wanted me to try out for the Quidditch team as the youngest Seeker."

"Wha's Quidditch?"

"Well I’ll explain it to you at dinner. The point is that Professor McGonagall said yes!"

Ah smile fer her cause Ah know it makes 'er happy even though Ah don't get it.

"Jacklin do ya think Trevor's gonna be awright? Ah ain't fed 'em in a while."

"Don’t feel bad about not feeding Trevor, Toby. We have enough free time to go back up to our dorm room. I can feed him for you if you want."

Ah feel the hurt from not feedin’ mah froggie wash away instantly. She wants ta care 'em like 'er own pet. She ain't known us fer long an awready took Trevor inta her heart. Maybe things'll be alright after all.

Time Skip

A couple days pass an Ah follow Jacklin inta tha Great Hall fer breakfast.

"I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore, Toby."

"Oh what'd he say?"

"He accepted the request to let me try out for the Quidditch team and drop Flying as a class. Although, since we can't pick electives until our third year, I get to have an extra free period."

Mah eyes bug out cause Ah'm all excited.

"Wow! When do ya get ta try out fer the team?"

"I have to go to Quidditch tryouts after lunch today."

"Ah hope it goes well!"

Ah start eatin' an Ah look over at 'er.

"What kinda stuff do ya gotta do in Quidditch tryouts?"

"They might test my skills as a Seeker."

Ah think about why they have tryouts. An Ah wonder if anybody ever fails at somethin’ an doesn’t get on the Quidditch Team.

"Seekers need both a sharp eye and the ability to fly one- or no-handed. I'm only a first year so they probably want to test that. The Golden Snitch is very small so you need good vision. That's why it's worth 150 points. Even though it doesn't automatically win the game, it's still very important as it's harder to find compared to the Quaffle or a Bludger."

Ah nod ta her, but Ah'm still thinkin' bout what it'll be like ta fly without holdin' onta somethin'. Ah then realize Ah'd get all sick an probly faint agin.

"What kinda weather'd make it hard ta fly?"

"Rain. We would be flying high in the air up into the clouds so it would be difficult to see."

"What bout snow?"

"Yes since it only gets colder the higher up you fly. That can cause your movements to slow down."

"So what'd ya think's the best weather for it?"

"A day like today is great flying weather."

"Great!"

Time Skip

Jacklin comes back from tryouts an she's carryin' 'er Quidditch jersey. Ah smile, wonderin' if she got picked ta play.

"Uh, Jacklin, how’d tha tryouts go?"

"I got picked to join the team. I won’t exactly play any games right away but our current Seeker says he’ll help me train so I can come into the game in case he gets injured."

"That's great!"

Ah think she gets why Ah'm stimmin' cause Ah think Ah'm bout as excited as she is.

"We have open practice tomorrow at 1 pm so you can come over and see what real Quidditch looks like."

Ah smile real wide. Ah know Ah gotta go an see what a real Quidditch game's like.

"We have our first game in November so that only gives us 2 months to prepare."

"Wow! That's soon. Are ya worried?"

"No not at all. Everyone on the team have had at least a year of experience. I'm more concerned that I wouldn't be ready in time if our Seeker got injured. He's a seventh year so he would have a lot of skill that I simply wouldn't have yet."

Ah can't help but hope Jacklin'd be able ta get the hang of it real fast 'cause Ah wanna see her fly.

Time Skip

One day Ah get a strange vision that we’re playin’ some kind a game an Ah know Jacklin's a queen. One a the pieces got all smashed.

"Whoa!"

"Did you have a brief vision just now, Toby?"

"Well, uh, yeah, Ah did."

"What did you see?"

Ah'm a lil off after the vision but Ah can remember everythang Ah saw.

"Well, it was us, you an me, playin'... some kinda board game. One a the pieces got all smashed."

"Board game? What did the pieces look like?"

"There was magic black an white pieces. They moved bout the board over squares."

Ah see Jacklin start ta think.

"I think that's wizard's chess."

"Ok well we was on the black side an we had ta go over the board."

She nods an Ah think Ah did good at explainin this. She draws out the board an the pieces fer the game. She labels 'em all so Ah can understand it.

"What pieces were we?"

"Well ya were queen an Ah was takin the place of the missin horsy man beside ya."

"I see. The horsy man as you call it is the knight. In wizard’s chess the piece becomes destroyed when it’s captured."

"Oh ok."

Ah follow Jacklin down the hall an Ah realize it's leadin' ta the Hospital Wing. Ah get real sad an start ta think bout bein' the one ta take care a people. Ah hope that if Ah become a Healer, Ah won't ever get sick patients that're too far gone they die. Ah don't have that kinda strength.

"What are you thinking about Toby?"

"Ah got bit ahead a mahself an was thinkin bout bein a Healer. Ah'd be real sad if Ah ever got patients that ain't gonna get better. Cause that'd make me useless. An Ah don't wanna be useless."

Ah see Jacklin's givin me a look people give when they feel sorry fer ya. Ah don't like that look cause Ah don't wanna have people feelin sorry fer me.

"There are people at St. Mungo's who can't be cured but you can always be a Healer on a different floor, Toby. Only those who can't be cured live on the 4th floor."

Ah dunno how she does it but Ah feel a bit better bout thangs. Maybe it's cause a her Veela magic but Ah dunno fer sure.

"Thanks Jacklin. Ah'm feelin better now."

She smiles an Ah jus know no matter wha' happens it's all gonna be awright.

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i've never gotten in a fight before, what's it like to get punched in earnest?

It depends! How hard the punch is and where the punch lands are the main factors. Also, everyone is built different, so my experience won't be quite the same as someone else's, but if you're curious here's mine:

If you got your guard up and take a hit to your arms, it stings but it ain't bad at all really. Same for anything padded with muscle like the chest or thigh or back. Like unless it hits the funny bone or some other weird nerve, it's just whatever imo.

Getting punched in the solar plexus can hurt like hell and knock the wind outta you, but if you keep your abdominals tensed it really reduces the damage of the blow, and makes a lot of body shots feel like nothin. Still gotta be careful about it though, obviously, a punch to the gut is way better than a punch to the solar plexus, but yeah. Surprisingly I've never had a broken rib but I expect that would hurt like hell too so just keep your guard up and stay mobile and hopefully you just never have to worry bout it lmao.

A punch to the face is complicated. The nose and temple are the worst, in my experience, the pain being immediate and sharp. The nose is sensitive and bleeds a lot, it's annoying.

When I've been punched in the cheek, jaw, or eye (which obviously fucks up yer vision), the pain wasn't immediate, it took a few seconds, by which point the adrenaline kicked in. The first punch to the face typically stuns you, there's a moment of shock especially if you weren't expecting it, and for me it was surprisingly less painful than I expected, which I'm sure hasn't been everyone's experience, but you'll definitely be feelin it the next morning regardless.

Your mouth is filled with sharp rocks (teeth) so the first place you start bleeding is typically in there (wear a mouthguard), but when I'm wearing a mouthguard I don't even notice it until after the fight. With fighting as with sex, always always use protection. Not just mouthguard but hand-wraps too, you do not wanna fight with unwrapped fists, you'll fuck up your hands so fast and it'll suck.

If you get punched at the right force and angle, you might start "seeing stars" which is where these little flecks of golden light drift around your vision like dust motes -- this indicates your brain got jostled. For me the headache hits in waves radiating from within, and like, the best way I can describe it is a "cold" pain, as opposed to the "hot" pain you get with like a cut on your skin.

Everyone is a little different in terms of how the adrenaline hits em. For me it's like this. Your brain is switching over to fight mode, where words don't exist, just movement. All communication sounds muffled, complex sentences are just noise, time feels like water, and you are bursting with energy. It's exhilarating, and for some folks, like me, it makes minor pain from punches somehow feel great, kinda feels like stretching out your muscles after a long car ride, it's hard to explain, but the function of that is that it makes it easier to shrug off blows and move confidently, which is important cuz bein afraid of gettin hit can be a huge hindrance.

The final factor is context. And this is a surprisingly important one. If we're talkin boxing or mma or just fighting with friends for fun, it's great and it hurts less. Especially with friends, they ain't gonna want to seriously injure you so overall it's just exhilarating and fun. I'll come out of a friendly match covered in bruises and glowing. But a serious fight, with hard feelings or actual danger, sucks, it hurts more and can be traumatic, so, as much as I love to pick fights, consent is everything.

I do genuinely recommend boxing or whatever other martial art really appeals to you, if that's ever somethin you're interested in. Not every gym is gonna be right for you, and some fights are gonna turn south unexpectedly, but for me the hobby itself has been really empowering (not counting these pandemic years, since I can't fight anyone) and, weirdly, it gives me gender euphoria lol. It ain't for everyone but I love it.

#orcspeak #i expect a lot of folks have very different experiences than me on this one but yeh whatever

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containatrocity · 11 months ago

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"Oooooh the traitor returns!" It's a greeting bellowed from the very back desk of Station Alpha, Duck's familiar dust-covered cowboy boots kicked up on the top of it and his hat pulled down over his face. It's almost impressive, the fact he seems to have identified Trick by little more than a sliver of a ranger uniform from beneath his hat, lifting it up and sitting it back in place a moment later, flicking the front up. "Rust's doing a sweep if you're here to annoy him about something work related. They keeping you in line down at South Station or are they letting you run riot undoin' all my hard work?" It's sarcastic, playful as it always is. Duck seems to be the only one in right now, the actual rangers likely out making their morning and afternoon sweeps of the forest or hunting on their own- the game warden often left to sit around by himself.

"It's gonna be so much colder soon! And you're a migratory bird- so it's bad luck you-" Rusty's voice chimes behind Tricky in the doorway of the ranger station, the man absently conversing with a bird tucked into his jacket, peeping softly, snuggled against the biting wind. "Oh- Hey Trick- what brings you up? Business 'er pleasure?"

"Boy you ain't had a pleasure call since ya grew into yer beergut." Duck snorts, watching as Rusty throws a pencil at his head- only to wiff, and miss by a mile. "Missed." He mocks, drumming his hands on his desk in front of him. "Mockin' you boys aside, what brings you in, ain't it your day off, soldier?"

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sinceileftyoublog · 10 months ago

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Willi Carlisle Live Preview: 2/9, Schubas, Chicago

BY JORDAN MAINZER

The critters in Willi Carlisle's Critterland (Signature Sounds) aren't just varmints like the one that graces the album's absurd cover, nor the two-headed lamb "too strange to survive." They're anybody--human or otherwise--considered an outcast by the unrealistic standards set forth by society. On his Darrell Scott-produced third album, Carlisle digs into his own personal history and local mythology to paint a picture of an American south that pits the freaks against each other, and where those who dare to be different nonetheless find kinship in one another. With a pared-down instrumental arsenal (most songs contain just acoustic guitar, banjo, steel guitar, and/or harmonica), Carlisle's ramshackle delivery and utmost longing stand tall and beckon you to sing along.

On Critterland, Carlisle gives you anthems right from the start. The album's title track, based on an attempt at living in an intentional community in Arkansas, celebrates those "makin' wagers on the critters that we see crossing the road;" led by propulsive banjo, the song soars in the chorus with celebratory harmonica and expansive steel guitar. Purportedly, Carlisle wanted to let loose on the record, inspired by the ragged rambunctiousness of his live show, and you can see "Critterland" becoming a set highlight for the rest of his career. Critterland is far from a fists-in-the-air record, though. Many songs tackle substance abuse, addiction, and suicide with a mix of earnestness, dark humor, and self-awareness. On the gorgeously finger-picked "The Arrangements", the narrator can't take too much joy in the fact that his horrible father has met his maker, as he's beginning to see himself in his dad, ultimately leading himself to think, "It's still sad when bad men die." "Higher Lonesome", the album's only completely true story, sees a drug-addled Carlisle at first "dreamin' of a country I saw at the rodeo," mistaken in his quest for non-existent perfection. As the song progresses, he toys with his own mortality: "See, I don't want to hit rock bottom, just to see how deep it goes / Shine a light on six feet under so I ain't afraid to go." Eventually, he joins AL-Anon and realizes the pain he's inflicted on himself and others, and his penchant for soul-crushing wordplay shines brightest: "With every coin the joiners get, they're farther from the pain of it / All the hurting that we did, it's a shame no coin'll pay for it."

Carlisle certainly knows how to start a song and hook you. He'll pay tribute to a friend who committed suicide and whose body was never found because his note used words too complex for the cops to understand. His immediate vocal harmonies with Jude Brothers on "I Want No Children" catalyze a fiddle-and-banjo instant folk classic. And as soon as 7-minute spoken word closer "The Money Grows on Trees" begins, you know you're in for Carlisle at his troubadour best, showcasing the lyrical dexterity of your favorite rapper. It's "When the Pills Wear Off", though, that devastates all the way through. "Father forgive me for what I have done / Drove 200 miles for six inches of love," he sings, placing you in a world of neon-lit bars and dingy motels. But the song's big reveal, from both an emotional, plot, and instrumental standpoint breaks you. "It's selfish to fall for yourself in someone," Carlisle opines, the other side of the coin of the mourning narrator of "The Arrangements", before continuing, "I know that I want him and always will / I don't think he could have known that it was fentanyl." At the moment he names the deadly drug, the song's plaintive piano and cinematic strings squeak and warble to a clumsy stop, as if to emulate a life cut short. When the "The Money Grows on Trees" ends--it's a song based on David Mac's When Money Grew on Trees, firsthand accounts of a weed moonshiner and the corrupt sheriff that allowed him to do it--it's clear that Carlisle's use of regional history is far from mere aesthetic cosplay like it is for so many of his contemporaries. He can change endings all he wants, in the stories of his lives and those of others, through his songs, but it's the act of analyzing contemporary ills through bonafide folklore that emphasizes the absurdity of the here and now.

Carlisle headlines Schubas tonight. Nashville folk duo Golden Shoals opens. Doors at 7:30 PM, show at 8. The show is sold out.

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Toby's Visions

Ah wake up in the mornin after mah dream took a bad turn. Ah gotta tell Jacklin bout it but Ah also gotta make sure Ah know wha's happened. Ah'm sittin wit 'er fer breakfast an see she's done talkin.

"Jacklin. Ah got somethin Ah gotta tell ya."

"What is it, Toby?"

Ah take a breath cause Ah know she probly ain't gonna believe me on this.

"You'll believe me right?"

"If it's something that's so bad that it could affect the other students then yes. Headmaster Dumbledore would have to know if the school could be in danger."

"If Ah tell you tha Ah dunno if it could affect tha other students, would ya still wanna know? Sometimes it's jus a feelin' tha Ah get.

"Yes, Toby. If it's that bad you need to tell me."

Ah look down at tha floor again an' Ah jus' whisper it out the side of mah mouth. Ah don’t wanna look at Jacklin but Ah gotta tell 'er.

"Headmaster Dumbledore's gonna die."

Jacklin looks surprised an' Ah can see tha she wants ta say somethin’, but Ah get the feelin’ tha she don’t know wha' ta do.

"Did you see anything like a flash of green or anyone's face, Toby?"

"Ah saw a big flash of green, yeah."

Ah remember seein' tha big flash o' green an' then nothin'. Ah don’t remember seein' no actual faces.

"That's the killing curse. Someone's going to kill the Headmaster."

"But Jacklin, Ah don't… Ah don' want anyone ta die. And Ah don' want anyone ta know tha Ah saw this… this…"

Ah feel tha tears an' Ah just wanna hide mah head. But Jacklin lifts mah chin an' makes me look at 'er.

"Can it really help?"

Ah wanna believe wha' she's sayin’, but Ah don’t really know tha Ah wanna take tha risk. Ah don’t wanna see anythin’ like it agin.

"I would think so. We can't tell the Headmaster someone is going to kill him if we don't have all of the details."

"Am Ah… am Ah… am Ah a bad person, Jacklin?"

"No. You have a condition that's making it hard for you to stay grounded to reality. You should have a drink of pumpkin juice, Toby. You look pale and need the sugar to feel better."

"Ok."

Ah take a sip an’ Ah like tha taste. Ah take a bigger sip and Ah feel like it's makin' everything better.

"Ahhh…"

Ah take another sip a juice an’ Ah feel calm an’ real relaxed, like Ah don’t wanna do nothin’ but sit here an’ look outta tha window at tha pretty sky.

"Ah feel like… like… it’s okay to jus sit here."

"Well we only have morning classes today, Toby. After we finish History of Magic, we have the rest of the day to ourselves."

Ah start hummin' a song tha Ah know mah family like an' Ah wait for Jacklin ta wanna say somethin’.

"Is that a popular human song where you're from?"

"It's called "Home, Home On The Range". Ah dunno if it's real popular though."

Ah see Jacklin look a little confused when Ah say tha name. Ah wonder if tha name sounds weird ta her. Ah keep hummin' a verse ta myself an’ Ah look out tha window.

"On the range of what?"

"It's a place with a big ol' sky an a lotta grass and lotsa animals. There's cattle… and horses, too."

"That would explain why I never heard of that term. We don't have "ranges" in the UK."

Ah forget bout hummin' tha song an Ah start to look around tha room an check out tha other students. Ah look over at a couple a girls sittin’ at tha next table an Ah hear 'em talkin' ta each other. Ah feel like Ah'd really like ta go home, but Ah know it ain't ok ta leave fer home yet. Ah hear tha bell ringin.

"Do you know where Charms class is, Toby?"

"No, Ah was gonna follow you to tha class."

Ah look at Jacklin an’ Ah feel like she's expectin' ta take tha lead on everythang an' Ah don't know if Ah like tha or not.

"Oh. That's alright. This year, the classroom is in the South Tower in Class 99."

"Class 99?"

"Yes. We need to go all the way up to the 7th floor and go right to use the stairs going up the tower."

"Uh-huh."

Ah follow Jacklin an we start headin' fer the stairs. Ah start ta hum tha little part a tha song ta mahself agin. It's somethin' Ah can hold onto ta keep from bein' too scared.

"Alright. That was a lot of stairs. Let's take a second to catch our breath."

"Oh dear. I think we're lost Toby."

We start wanderin round an end up on tha' 3rd floor.

"I think this is the Charms corridor."

"Oh. Ok. Ah guess it's better than bein lost, now, huh? It's real pretty here, Jacklin."

Ah look over at the ceilin an floor that's all carved stone an' all the walls an' windows have paintin's on 'em. Ah wonder how this place would look, if Ah was a ghost.

"I hope this is Professor Flitwick's office so he can help us."

Ah look over an see Jacklin's at the Door to tha Charms Office. Ah notice tha door's unlocked. Ah look at Jacklin an decide ta jus push tha door open. There's this real big 3 headed dog an he's lookin mean.

"Bark! Bark! Bark!"

"Ahhhh!"

We get outta the room's fast as we can.

"What on earth was that!?"

Ah look over at Jacklin an Ah feel a little sorry bout somehow knowin somethin she don't.

"Oh, yeah, tha's Fluffy, tha Doorkeeper's guard dog. Ah member him now."

"How do you know that?"

"Ah dunno. Somethin in mah gut tol me Jacklin."

Ah don't know why Ah said tha. Girls usually don't like talkin bout guts.

"I think your Seer abilities are giving you this instinct that somehow let's you know things ahead of time."

"Ah guess it's kinda good Ah know tha much now.

Ah still feel bad bout not tellin 'er but it ain't like Ah can choose when it'll happen.

"I wonder what it is that we could possibly be doing that you would know something like that. There was a trap door so it must be guarding something."

Ah walk along next ta Jacklin an' Ah wonder tha same thing. Then it clicks.

"Jacklin... Ah think Ah got somethin."

"What do you think it is?"

"Ah think tha trap door is there to hide the Philosfer's Stone."

Ah look over at Jacklin an she looks like she's surprised Ah just said tha.

"How do you know what the Philosopher's Stone is?"

"Well, Ah dunno fer sure, but it's jus wha' mah gut tells me. Comes outta nowhere so it ain't always helpful."

Ah feel Ah made a real good guess, but Ah dunno whether Ah should feel good bout it or not.

"In that case, I think we need to keep this to ourselves. It isn't our business to question why Headmaster Dumbledore why need to hide it."

"Yeah, that's a good idea."

Ah feel relieved tha Ah can tell Jacklin 'bout this an it be a secret just between the two a us.

"Alright. I think this is the right way now."

Ah think Jacklin's Veela magic's better than she says it is cause she managed ta make us not lost no more. She really is the Elf princess from Lord a the Rings.

"Are you ready to go up the South Tower, Toby?"

"Yep."

Ah feel like Ah’m bout ta go up on a real big adventure wit mah princess Jacklin. Ah look at her an' Ah think Ah want her ta always be next ta me. Ah don’t wanna leave her side again, not ever again.

"That's great because we have to climb at least 2 more flights of stairs before we get to Class 99."

"Ok."

Ah start followin’ Jacklin agin up tha next flight a stairs. Ah know tha we're headin’ ta Class 99 an’ Ah wonder wha's gonna happen in there.

"There it is, Toby. I see Professor Flitwick by the door."

Ah look at Flitwick an’ Ah feel like Ah’ve seen him before. Jacklin starts makin’ her way inside tha room. Ah hold onta her arm a lil tighter an’ Ah take a deep breath.

"Good morning, Professor Flitwick. I'm Jacklin Gryffindor."

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Miss Gryffindor. It really is an honor to have you in my class."

Ah walk in with Jacklin an’ Ah feel 'er lettin’ go a my arm. She walks away from me an’ sits down next ta tha girl with tha pigtails. Ah look at the empty seat next ta me an’ Ah look at tha students.

"Everyone be seated so we can start today's lesson. Now I want everyone to present your wands."

Ah look at Flitwick. He looks like a squirrel with tha way his eyes dart back and forth. Ah pull mah wand out an Ah hope Flitwick don't notice tha mah wand's different from tha others in tha class.

"I want everyone with a unicorn hair core to stand by the door, everyone with a dragon heartstring core by my desk, and everyone with a phoenix feather core in the back."

Ah stand by the door next ta the other students with the unicorn hair cores at the end a the room.

"My wand has a Veela hair core, Professor Flitwick."

Flitwick’s face gets real interested in a hurry when Jacklin tells him tha her wand has a Veela hair core.

"Veela, you say?"

"Yes, Professor. My mother gave me one of her hairs to put into my cherry wand."

"I see."

Flitwick’s face still looks like he’s lookin’ at tha most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen and Ah get jealous. Ah see tha he’s jus' lookin' at Jacklin an' her wand an no one else gets any attention.

"How well would a cherry wand with a Veela hair core perform in Charms, Professor? I understand that this can be a temperamental wand and is very rare."

"Oh, my! Very rare indeed! I’ve always wanted to examine a Veela hair core and the wand it makes, especially given how temperamental they can be. That would make quite the instrument, Miss Gryffindor."

"What do you think this type of wand could specialize in, Professor?"

"Oh, I see this wand functioning quite well for a range of magic. It would be good for spells that require a certain amount of nuance. It could do quite well in Defense Against the Dark Arts and even transfiguration."

"Thank you, Professor."

Jacklin goes an’ sits down. He looks more interested in mah wand in tha same way tha he was lookin’ at Jacklin’s.

"Is this English Oak, Mr. Kwimper?"

"Yes, sir."

"In that case, you will excel in the natural world of magic. English Oak specializes in Healing magic. If you're interested I can show you some healing spells in your 4th year."

"Do you mean tha Ah could learn how to heal injuries?"

"Yes. Healing magic is a very noble profession. I believe that you have a great connection to nature and a strong intuition. Both are needed to be a great Healer in the future."

This is tha first time anybody has ever told me tha Ah might be able to do somethin’ in tha future tha would make me feel special or somethin’.

"Thank ya."

Ah look at mah wand an Ah notice tha it's a real good-lookin’ wand. It looks like it could be tha most special wand in tha whole school. Ah do mah best ta listen ta him talk bout wands an wha' they could be good at.

"For Thursday, I want you all to practice the 3 basic spells in chapter one of your book. You will all demonstrate these spells in class. You're all dismissed."

Ah pack up mah stuff an Ah just start followin' Jacklin down tha hall. She's leadin’ me somewhere an Ah don't wanna be left behind.

"Let me see now. Class 72 should be somewhere along this corridor."

"Class 72?"

"Yes, it’s where we have to go for History of Magic."

Ah follow her down tha long, dark corridor. It’s real spooky walkin' alone in tha coldness an’ darkness. But Jacklin’s in front a me an she ain’t even scared, so Ah follow her to Class 72.

"What are we gonna be doin' in History a Magic, Jacklin?"

"From what I heard from older students we have to try to stay awake."

"We ain’t gonna fall asleep, are we, Jacklin?"

"Of course not. A ghost teacher would be too exciting for students like you who haven't been around real ghosts. Besides history is actually a fascinating subject that talks about not just wizard history, but other magical creatures."

"Yeah. Ah guess so. Ah’m jus' wonderin’ wha tha Binns ghost might look like."

"He died before 1890 so he's going to look very different than a typical old man."

"He’s not a meanie, is he?"

"I don't believe he would be."

The bell rings an Professor Binns' ghost comes right through tha blackboard. Me an a couple other kids get all scared.

"Now, settle down everyone."

He floats ta a podium in the front of tha room an’ speaks in a soft, sleepy voice.

"Hello. It is I, Professor Binns again. For the first class I will begin with… the early origin… of witches and wizards."

Ah sit down at one a tha desks next ta Jacklin an Ah try ta pay attention. Ah feel like Ah'm slippin’ away inta tha dreamland a tha dead.

"Toby?"

Ah snap back inta real life an’ Ah feel really cold. Ah see Ah'm droolin' in tha corner a mah mouth an Jacklin's nudgin' me awake.

"Ok."

Ah'm writin' down tha notes fast without really knowin' what Ah'm writin’.

Time Skip

"Alright, Toby. We're done with classes for today."

Ah’m so sleepy Ah can barely walk. Ah'm walkin' through tha long, dark corridors wit Jacklin when Ah feel like Ah’m in tha middle a tha strange vision tha Ah had.

"Are you having a vision, Toby?"

Ah snap outta tha vision an Ah look at Jacklin.

"Ah still dunno why Ah keep seein Dumbledore dyin."

"What did you see?"

"Some guy in black usin a green flash an then he's fallin off a tower."

"We haven't even see Dumbledore today so it's not as if that would trigger your ability."

"Then why would Ah be havin' tha vision? What kinda trouble could Ah be gettin' inta?"

"I have no way of knowing that, Toby."

Ah feel tha tears comin' inta mah eyes as Ah get real sad an scared bout not knowin’ tha trouble tha Ah might be in. It seems like no one can help me, an’ Ah'm gonna have ta find out tha hard way.

"We have the rest of the day to ourselves. I think it’s important to try to rest."

Ah'm so scared like Ah got Spiderman instincts that Ah jus start runnin ta mah dorm room.

"Don’t run in the corridors. You’re going to get hurt."

Ah turn round an Ah see tha prefect comin' towards me. Ah’m not really tryin' ta run, but Ah’m still shakin’ real bad. My nerves are bein' real weird since tha vision.

"Come now, come now. What has you all in a tizzy?"

Ah start ta feel like cryin’.

"Uh, tha uh, Ah've been seein scary thangs bout people gettin hurt. Ah don't want any part a tha trouble tha's comin’ an’ Ah don't know what ta do."

"Do you mean to say you have Seer abilities?"

"Yeah. Yeah, Ah got tha gift. But Ah dunno how ta use it. It happens when it wants ta happens… an’ it’s kinda drivin’ me nuts."

"In that case I’ll escort you to Professor Trelawney. Such abilities must be tended to immediately."

Ah sniffle a little an' Ah wipe tha tears from mah eyes while tha prefect puts his arm round mah shoulders. Ah hope Professor Trelawney can help me... or at least tell me what is happenin’ to me.

Time Skip

Ah dunno how long Ah was wit Professor Trelawney, but when Ah came back Ah felt funny. It was like she made tha vision disappear fer a while. Ah sleep like the dead, an slept through all a lunch an dinner.

"Mmm..."

Trevor ribbits an Ah smile a lil. Ah get tha bowl a food fer Trevor an Ah sit tha bowl down fer him.

"There ya go lil buddy."

Trevor stops eatin' ta look at me. Ah try ta make a face tellin' him he has tha most beautiful froggie eyes Ah ever saw on a frog. Trevor looks all happy. Ah pet tha top o' him very gently an’ he croaks his thanks.

"Ah'm gonna go an get somethin ta eat mahself."

Ah sit Trevor down ta make sure he don’t wander inta any trouble. Then Ah head ta tha Great Hall ta eat breakfast.

"Ooh Ah got a chocolate bar."

Ah chew slowly an' carefully, an’ Ah can taste tha chocolate. Ah start hummin' while Ah chew. Ah wonder what Professor Trelawney found out. Ah wonder if Ah can be like one of tha wise people in m' visions. But right now Ah'm just a country kid. Wit a chocolate bar as Ah make mah way ta the Great Hall. Ah see Jacklin wit 'er white hair.

"Hey, Jacklin!"

"Are you feeling better, Toby?"

"Uh huh. At least Ah don’t feel like tha whole world is gonna come an’ get me."

"That's very nice to hear."

Ah stuff mah face while Ah Jacklin reads. Then Ah finish tha last a tha chocolate bar. Ah feel a little better, but Ah'm not used ta eatin' this much for breakfas’. Ah'm startin' ta feel kinda full, actually.

"I can only imagine how hungry you're feeling given that you missed lunch and dinner yesterday."

Ah nod an Ah try ta swallow tha mouthful a food Ah got in mah mouth.

"By the way, how far did you get in taking your History of Magic notes yesterday?"

Ah swallow tha food in mah mouth real good an’ Ah talk inta tha air while mah mouth is kinda full.

"Ah... Ah dunno. It was jus’ kinda hard ta pay attention."

"Maybe during our first free period after Herbology we can go over my notes. I have a feeling that you’re not the only one who missed something from that class."

Ah nod again an’ Ah start thinkin' ‘bout missin’ tha class an’ wonderin' what Ah missed.

"Yeah, maybe tha's a good idea."

Ah eat tha hash browns first, cause Ah think they might get cold before Ah can eat ‘em later. Then Ah start on tha pancakes. Then Ah get up ta get m' third helpin a pancakes. Ah look over ta Jacklin again… an’ Ah see that she's startin’ ta stare at mah belly.

"How are you able to eat so much? Are you having a growth spurt, Toby?"

"Tha’d be really good if Ah was! Maybe Ah could finally grow some more inches."

Ah look real embarrassed now, 'cause Ah'm sure Ah have a lotta food in mah stomach even if Ah don't realize it.

"Ah ain’t fat, am Ah?"

"No. You need to have fat tissue to help you grow. Especially if you’re having a growth spurt."

Ah look at Jacklin again an’ she's makin' tha smilin' face, an Ah'm hopin' tha smilin' face means Ah'm not bein' super-stupid again.

"Taller's not normal fer me though. How tall do ya figure Ah might get?"

"It’s possible for you to be 6 feet tall. You might be the type of boy who grows into someone with a lot muscles and all the girls would want to date you."

Ah start blushin an get all embarrassed.

"Why'd ya gotta be bringin girls inta this? Ah don't wanna be bothered by a lot a girls who only like mah looks then say Ah'm a dummy."

Ah smile a lil. Jacklin's real good at makin me feel good bout mahself. Ah try ta think bout what'll if happen when Ah do grow up. Ah still ain't so sure bout tha handsome part, but Ah can see mahself as bein tall. Ah think Ah'm gonna like bein' taller.

"Maybe puberty ain't gonna be scary as Ah thought."

The bell starts ringin.

"Awright time ta go ta Potions."

"Yes and I heard that we won't need our cauldrons today."

Ah smile as Ah get up ta walk wit 'er ta the dungeons.

Time Skip

Ah take mah seat next ta her an’ Ah start gettin' ready fo tha first lesson a tha day. Ah take out mah quills an' tha potions book, an' Ah make sure tha book's opened up ta tha right spot.

"Students pay attention. If any of you had learn anything from our first lesson, you should be able to answer basic questions about the Cure for Boils Potion."

Snape looks at me an Ah hope Ah know tha answer.

"Mr. Kwimper. Tell me why it’s important to remove the cauldron from the fire before you insert the porcupine quills."

"Porcupine quills... tha quills gotta be added after tha cauldron's cooled… cause tha potion'll explode?"

Snape’s face stays tha same.

"So you do pay attention. One point for Gryffindor."

Ah can't help but grin a tiny bit. Ah take a look at Jacklin, an' Ah see her smilin' at mah answer. Ah feel real proud of m'self right now.

"Miss Gryffindor tell me how you would know the Cure for Boils Potion is complete."

"The potion will start to emit pink smoke when it’s finished, Professor Snape."

Professor Snape nods in approval as he turns tha question to Jacklin. Ah take lots a notes, 'cause Ah really wanna learn about tha different ingredients an' tha way they come together ta form each potion. Ah keep an eye on Jacklin an Ah see more smilin’ on Jacklin's lips. Ah like those smiles, too.

Time Skip

"For Friday, I want a 2 inch scroll about the Hair-Raising Potion. You my leave now."

Ah walk wit Jacklin as we all move on ta tha greenhouse.

"Do you think you can have a vision that can predict what will happen today, Toby?"

"Ah mean… maybe. Why? Ya expectin' somethin’ different ta happen today?"

"No. I simply think that if you're able to predict something that can happen within a couple hours from now, it would prove that you are a Seer."

Ah look at her a lil surprised.

"Well, Ah gotta picture somethin. Uhh, hmm, let’s see, tha next class' Herbology over at tha greenhouse. Ok… lemme see if Ah can try."

Ah close mah eyes an’ Ah concentrate, real hard. Ah feel the vision come on… it's really close now. Ah can almost see it... tha vision in m' head is real blurry, but Ah start ta see a blur tha could be a plant. But somethin... somethin' jus ain't right in tha vision right now. Ah keep goin'. An' finally, Ah get a clear view fo tha vision. Ah open mah eyes.

"Well… Ah know tha future!"

"What do you think will happen, Toby?"

Ah just keep smilin. Then, Ah decide ta jus say what Ah’m seein'.

"Today, there'll be a... problem... with tha plants that'll keep us out of class. It'll be somethin' tha teacher an tha students'll have ta fix."

"I see. If your vision is right, then we should see her trying to clear up an out of control plant."

We get closer ta the greenhouses. A weird black type a plant's kinda slitherin round on the ground.

"You were right, Toby! That's Devil's Snare. It hates sunlight and Professor Sprout is trying to control it."

Aha! It's still a problem... it still makes me look smart.

"Don't get any closer, dears. Devil's Snare coils up when you touch it."

We stop walkin' an' Ah wait ta see wha happens next.

"Can we use the Fire-Making spell to help, Professor?"

"As you wish."

Ah have ta pay attention. Ah don't wanna miss the next thin' tha professor's gonna say.

"Incendio!"

Ah see tha red fire come outta Jacklin's wand an' Ah know tha right thing ta say. Ah look at Devil's Snare. Ah think Ah can do this. Ah make tha same motion, as best Ah can, and Ah say tha magic words.

"Incendio."

After a few minutes tha Devil's Snare's back under control. Professor Sprout smiles at us.

"Well done, dears! 10 points to Gryffindor each."

Ah look at Jacklin's smilin' face, an' Ah can't help but grin a little. Ah feel like Ah'm close ta bein' a Seer.

"Excellent. The rest of your class is here. Just in time."

Ah get settled an' listen up for tha lesson on Devil's Snare. Ah'm real curious about what'll come next.

"As you can see dearies, this is Devil's Snare. You must take very good care of yourselves when handling this. Given that they are sensitive to light all of the windows are of course open."

Professor Sprout goes on fer a while teachin’ bout Devil’s Snare. Ah write everythang she says down in mah notebook.

Time Skip

Ah finish takin' m' notes when tha bell rings an' Ah close tha notebook up an' stand up. Somethin bout writin wit a quill's jus real satisfiyin.

"Toby, do you want to work on our Potions assignment once we get back to the common room?"

Ah look at her smilin’ face.

"Uh, yeah… Ah guess Ah could do tha."

Ah follow 'er upstairs an we get ta work on our homework. Ah try ta read through the Potions book on mah own. Ah don't wanna ask Jacklin questions cause Ah don't wanna be cheatin. Ah wanna do mah own work an show Ah can do good wizardin work.

"Toby, did you write the ingredients or the effects of this potion first?"

Ah'm readin through mah Potions book agin as Ah notice Jacklin's eyes lookin' over m' shoulder watchin' me read. She smiles an' Ah can't help but smile back. It's real nice. We both read, readin' over what tha other's sayin'. Ah start ta feel real comfortable sittin' here by Jacklin. This feels real good.

"Sorry, do you mind if I proofread?"

"Nah, Ah don't mind."

She reads it wit a real serious look.

"There needs to be a few commas. Other than that, I believe Professor Snape would know that you wrote this yourself."

Ah read over m' scroll one more time an' Ah realize Ah dunno how ta use commas. Ah try ta fix mah mistakes by addin 'em.

"Here, you can proofread my scroll. Do you think I wrote enough?"

Ah take the scroll she offers me. Ah dunno why she'd trust me ta check when Ah ain't too good at writin but Ah don't question her.

"Ah think it's really good Jacklin. Really good."

"Oh. Let me see if it's two inches long."

She takes out some kind a tape measure.

"This is a little over 2 inches. Are you ready to measure your scroll yet, Toby?"

Ah look down at m' scroll for a second.

"Ah ain’t finished yet."

Ah keep writin’.

"Uh, Jacklin, can Ah ask ya somethin'?"

"Of course, Toby."

"What do ya think our Flyin lesson's gonna be like?"

"I would imagine it would involve learning how to sit on your broom properly."

Ah gotta think bout tha one.

"Then why can yer dad jus pick up yer letters himself if he can ride a broom?"

"My father is always traveling so it wouldn't be practical for him to constantly travel to Hogwarts. I also don't know how to apparate as we aren't going to be taught that yet. That's why I was told to send all of my letters to Gryffindor Manor."

"But what if yer awready at home? Can't ya magic yer letters ta him?"

She looks at me an Ah hope Ah ain't bein a dummy.

"Wizards under the age of 17 can't do magic outside of school. We all have the Trace which specifically goes off if we willingly perform magic. We can only use magic only in times of extreme danger or within the grounds of where we learn magic."

"Oh. Ok. Ah get it now."

"That's good, Toby. I'm glad you understand now."

Ah smile an go back ta mah scroll.

Time Skip

Ah follow Jacklin down tha stairs an down tha path a grass ta where Madam Hooch's waitin for us. Ah see a group a Gryffindors settin' up their brooms.

"Of course Slytherin is joining us for this class."

Ah look who Ah'm gonna have ta spend tha day wit an' Ah can't help but sigh. Ah've been lookin forward ta tha first flying lesson.

"I want you all to raise your hand over your broom and say "Up" with authority."

Ah follow mah teacher's directions an' raise mah hand.

"Up! Up! Up!"

Mah broom don't move.

"Up!"

Jacklin's broom goes ta 'er on the first try.

"Up please!"

Sayin please worked an Ah'm real happy bout it.

"Well done, Mr. Kwimper."

After a few minutes everybody's got their brooms. Madam Hooch pulls out her whistle.

"Now mount your brooms and keep steady. Rise a few feet, and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly."

Ah get on mah broom right in the middle a tha Slytherin group, an Ah think mah heart skipped a beat right when tha broom moved. It takes tha whole of mah energy ta keep steady on tha broom an now Ah can't stop thinkin' how high Ah might fall from.

"Now give your broom a nice kick."

Ah look round fer a second, sighin. Ah give mah broom tha best kick Ah can. The broom flies a little too high.

"Mr. Kwimper?"

Ah keep tryna make it fly down. Mah feet are startin’ ta shake. Ah keep thinkin bout tha fall. Ah feel like Ah’m gonna pass out cause Ah can't stop mah broom.

"Mr. Kwimper!"

Ah faint an Ah dunno wha happened next.

Jacklin's POV

"Ahhhhh! He's falling!"

"Bloody hell did you see that catch! She's amazing!"

"Ha! Kwimper went and got himself sick!

Madam Hooch comes up to us.

"Miss Gryffindor, I’m taking you to Professor McGonagall. I have never seen such skill from a 1st year. 50 points to Gryffindor for your heroism."

"Thank you, Madam Hooch. I hope Toby will be alright."

She looks at Toby shaking her head and starts to carry him.

"This boy certainly isn't meant for flying. I'll have to discuss this with the Headmaster."

I follow Madam Hooch as she brings you to the Hospital Wing.

"Madam Pomfrey please attend to Mr. Kwimper. He's come down with a bizarre case of motion sickness. Either that or a severe case of acrophobia."

"I see. Set him down on the cot there."

I watch as Madam Hooch lays Toby down on a cot.

"Come along now Miss Gryffindor. I'm sure Professor McGonagall would be very pleased to hear the news."

I leave the Hospital Wing hoping Toby will be alright.

"Madam Hooch may I ask what you wanted to ask Professor McGonagall?"

"Of course dear. I believe you have a strong instinct for flying and such skill must be developed. Your flying ability while still sloppy, is far more advanced than a first year student."

I follow her to Professor McGonagall's office.

"Excuse me, Professor McGonagall."

"Yes Madam Hooch, what is it?"

"Due to the specific nature of my recent class, I believe Miss Gryffindor would be eligible to tryout for your Quidditch team."

Professor McGonagall looks up from her papers.

"And what exactly has Miss Gryffindor demonstrated?"

"She was able to successfully dive to save Mr. Kwimper when he lost control of his broom. Despite the sudden weight she was able to land without crashing."

She raises an eyebrow.

"Thank you professor. And now Miss Gryffindor I'm willing to let you skip this class for today. You may make use of your free time as you wish."

I nod as I go back to the Hospital Wing.

Toby's POV

Ah get a few hours sleep an' try ta not feel like Ah'm a failure. Ah couldn't even fly a lil without faintin. Ah feel like Ah jus don't belong.

Are you feeling better, Toby?

Ah see her smilin' an' Ah feel a little better. Jacklin still thinks Ah’m somethin' worth carein’ for. Ah start ta think things're gonna be okay if Ah stay wit Jacklin.

Yeah, Ah kinda just wanna forget 'bout it, but Ah guess Ah can't do tha even if Ah wanted ta.

Ah notice m' stomach start actin' kinda funny. Ah just think it's probably the aftereffects, but Ah don't know if Ah can keep anythin' down right now.

"I know. Madam Hooch was concerned that you were looking sick and out of control. When you fell off your broom I swooped down on my broom to catch you before you hit the ground."

"Why’d you do tha? Why not jus' let me fall? Ah mean, wouldn't tha have been easier for tha house? Why go through tha trouble?"

Ah can't understand why she had ta make me feel more barrassed by doin' somethin good fer me. Jus when Ah thought she was gonna call me a dummy, she goes an starts bein’ nice ta me.

"Toby if I let you fall, then you would have died. You were falling head first at a dangerous height. I merely acted on pure instinct."

"Yeah. Yer right. Maybe Ah'm worryin' too much. Things'll get better."

Ah notice she’s puttin' her hand on my back like she means it. Like she really cares. At least Ah’m feelin' better fer a moment.

"Now I came here to tell you what Professor McGonagall had to say. Do you want to hear it?"

"Yep."

"Madam Hooch told her that I saved you by using an advanced level of skill on my broomstick. Even though it wasn't perfect, she was very impressed by ability to land without crashing."

"Whoa."

"Madam Hooch then asked if she wanted me to try out for the Quidditch team as the youngest Seeker."

"Wha's Quidditch?"

Well I’ll explain it to you at dinner. The point is that Professor McGonagall said yes!"

Ah smile fer her cause Ah know it makes 'er happy even though Ah don't get it.

"So. Did Madam Pomfrey say it was alright for you to go yet?"

"Uh yeah, Ah'm good to go... once mah stomach stops hurtin'."

Ah try ta get up an Ah guess Jacklin can tell Ah ain't as good as Ah said.

"Are you feeling dizzy or anything, Toby?"

"No."

Ah look a lil upset.

"Jacklin do ya think mah froggie's gonna be awright. Ah ain't fed 'em in a while."

"Don’t feel bad about not feeding Trevor, Toby. We have enough free time to go back up to our dorm room. I can feed him for you if you want?"

Time Skip

A couple days pass an Ah follow Jacklin inta tha Great Hall fer breakfast.

"I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore, Toby."

"Oh what'd he say?"

Ah'm a lil confused as ta why he'd wanna talk ta 'er.

"He accepted the request to let me try out for the Quidditch team and drop Flying as a class. Although, since we can't pick electives until our third year, I get to have an extra free period."

Mah eyes bug out cause Ah'm all excited.

"Wow! When do ya get ta try out fer the team?"

"I have to go to Quidditch tryouts after lunch today."

"Ah hope it goes well!"

Ah start eatin' an Ah look over at 'er.

"What kinda stuff do ya gotta do in Quidditch tryouts?"

"They might test my skills as a Seeker."

"And what would they have ya do?"

Ah think about why they have tryouts. An Ah wonder if anybody ever fails at somethin’ an doesn’t get on tha Quidditch Team. Ah ain't so sure Ah could do it if Ah had ta do some kinda tryout.

Ah nod ta her, but Ah'm still thinkin' bout what it'll be like ta fly without holdin' onta somethin'. Ah then realize Ah'd get all sick an probly faint agin.

"But what'll ya do if they pick somebody else? How do they decide which students get on tha team?"

"First years can't even try out for Quidditch because we wouldn't even know how to fly. Madam Hooch and Professor McGonagall were willing to make an exception for me. Even if I don't make the team, they can still train me so that I can join in my second or third year."

Ah look at her an see how determined she is to make tha Quidditch Team.

"So, now, Ah don't mean ta put any pressure on ya, Jacklin, but ya think ya might do well?"

"I never flew on a Quidditch pitch before so it's possible that they might start with an obstacle course. Navigating in the open sky and landing is different than trying to navigate around objects."

Ah watch her as she takes tha last bite a breakfast.

"What kinda weather'd make it hard ta fly?"

"Rain. We would be flying high in the air up into the clouds so it would be difficult to see."

"What bout snow?"

"Yes since it only gets colder the higher up you fly. That can cause your movements to slow down."

"So whatta ya think's tha best weather for it?"

"A day like today is great flying weather."

Ah quickly finish eatin' tha last a mah breakfast.

"Oh! Thank ya, Jacklin!"

Ah get up and head out behind her.

Time Skip

Jacklin comes back from tryouts an she's carryin' 'er Quidditch jersey. Ah smile, wonderin' if she got picked ta play.

"Uh, Jacklin, how’d tha tryouts go?"

"I got picked to join the team. I won’t exactly play any games right away but our current Seeker’s says he’ll help me train so I can come into the game in case he gets injured."

"That's great!"

Ah can't hide tha excitement in mah voice when Ah say dat. Ah think she gets why Ah'm stimmin' cause Ah think Ah'm bout as excited as she is.

"We have open practice tomorrow at 1 pm so you can come over and see what real Quidditch looks like."

Ah smile real wide at Jacklin when Ah hear tha. Ah know Ah gotta go an see what a real Quidditch game's like.

"We have our first game in November so that only gives us 2 months to prepare."

"Wow! That's soon. Are ya worried?"

"No not at all. Everyone on the team have had at least a year of experience. I'm more concerned that I wouldn't be ready in time if our Seeker got injured. He's a seventh year Seeker so he would have a lot of skill that I simply wouldn't have yet."

Ah can't help but hope Jacklin'd be able ta get tha hang of it real fast 'cause Ah wanna see her fly in tha game.

Time Skip

One day we're walkin ta tha common room fer our free period. Suddenly Ah get a strange vision tha we’re playin’ some kind a game an Ah know tha Jacklin's a queen. One a the pieces got all smashed.

"Whoa!"

"Did you have a brief vision just now, Toby?"

"Well, uh, yeah, Ah did."

"What did you see?"

Ah'm a lil off after tha vision but Ah can remember everythang Ah saw.

"Well, it was us, you an me, playin'... some kinda board game. One a the pieces got all smashed."

"Board game? What did the pieces look like?"

"There was magic black an white pieces. They moved bout the board over the squares."

Ah see Jacklin start ta think.

"I think that's wizard's chess."

"Ok well we was on the black side an we had ta go over the board."

She nods an Ah think Ah did good at explainin this. She draws out the board an the pieces fer the game. She labels 'em all so Ah can understand it.

"What pieces were we?"

"Ya were tha queen an Ah was tha horsy man beside ya."

"I see. The horsy man as you call it is the knight. In wizard’s chess the piece becomes destroyed when it’s captured."

Ah feel real relieved ta know wha tha vision meant, tha there's nothin' to worry about.

"Oh ok."

Ah follow Jacklin down the hall an Ah realize it's tha one tha leadin' to tha Hospital Wing. Ah get real sad an start ta think bout bein' the one ta take care a people. Tha one thing Ah hope fer if Ah become a Healer is tha Ah don't ever get sick patients that're too far gone they die. Ah know tha Ah don't have tha kinda strength ta lose a patient Ah get close to, even if it is part of bein' a Healer.

"What are you thinking about Toby?"

"Ah got bit ahead a mahself an was thinkin bout bein a Healer. Ah'd be real sad if Ah ever got patients that ain't gonna get better. Cause that'd make me useless. An Ah don't wanna be useless."

Ah see Jacklin's givin me a look people give when they feel sorry fer ya. Ah don't like that look cause Ah don't wanna have people feelin sorry fer me.

"There are people at St. Mungo's who can't be cured but you can always be a Healer on a different floor, Toby. Only those who can't be cured live on the 4th floor."

Ah dunno how she does it but Ah feel a bit better bout thangs. Maybe it's cause a her Veela magic but Ah dunno fer sure.

"Thanks Jacklin. Ah'm feelin better now."

She smiles an Ah jus know no matter wha' happens it's all gonna be awright.

Tag list: @arrolyn1114, @aliengoth3, @vintagepresley, @comebackep, @thetaoofzoe, @presleysgirl6, @bigdaddyelvislover, and @mercsandmonsters.

#toby kwimper #toby and the veela #ecu fanfiction

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casspurrjoybell-27 · 1 year ago

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Claimed by the Beast - Chapter 13b

*Warning Adult Content*

Possession - Part 2

After they head back to Knox's bedroom and shower, separately, they get dressed in fresh clothes, grab a bite to eat in the kitchen and then Knox finally takes Everett outside to show him his favorite spot by the river.

They walk and talk about everything and nothing, time passing by quickly as they get lost in one another.

Something that's been happening frequently.

"Wow. It's crazy beautiful out here during this time of the evening," Everett remarks. "I bet it's terrifying at night, though. All these big freaking trees everywhere. Hell no. I'm glad I never tried to run away because my dumbass would've immediately gotten lost out here."

Knox chuckles, glancing out at the river coming into view.

"I know this place like the back of my hand. I'd have found you and dragged you back to where you belong."

"And where might that be?" Everett asks, teasingly.

"Wherever I'm at, obviously," Knox smirks.

"Come on. We aren't that far away now."

The clubhouse sits at the front of the fifty-acre property owned by Gavin.

Massive trees cover most of it, including the perimeter and near the south end is where the river passes through.

The path that Everett and Knox walk hasn't always been around but Knox has since kept maintenance up on the area to prevent it from being taken over by weeds and other debris.

Contrary to what Everett believes, Knox finds that it's most peaceful out here at night.

"This is it."

Knox leads them into a small, secluded section where the grass fades into dirt and rocks.

A perfect spot to settle into if one enjoyed fishing.

"This is where I come to clear my head when the demons start to get too loud," he speaks quietly, so low that Everett almost misses it. "It ain't much but it's mine. Brings me peace, if only temporarily."

"I love it. I think it's absolutely gorgeous."

Everett sits next to Knox on the ground, his eyes scanning and memorizing the area.

Across the river are more trees, presumably the ending of somebody else's property.

"The sound of the river and all the insects chirping around us..."

Everett closes his eyes for a few seconds, soaking up the sun's warmth.

"God, I bet I could take a killer nap out here."

Knox laughs.

"I have once or twice before. Wouldn't recommend it unless you bring along a can of bug spray."

"Yikes. I can imagine how bad the mosquitoes get all the way out here. No fucking thanks," Everett says, opening his eyes.

He glances at Knox's profile, secretly admiring him.

All sharp features until you get to his stormy grey eyes.

Right now, they're the softest they've ever looked.

"Do you ever wish that all this could be yours? The clubhouse, the property..."

"No," Knox says without even thinking about it. "Can I afford to purchase something like this for myself? Yes. Do I want to have it all right now? No. There's still too much work left to be done."

"What do you mean by that?" Everett asks.

"When you join a MC, you're in that shit for life. At least I am," Knox says. "Something drastic will have to happen to me before I willingly step down from my position and leave the club and my brothers behind. I'm not ready to settle down. It ain't my time yet."

Everett nods in understanding.

"You said you could afford all this, which is honestly blowing my mind because you definitely don't look or act..."

"Like I have money?" Knox questions, smirking.

Everett nods again, blushing.

"Yeah, well, you should know by now that I'm not exactly the flashy type. I don't wear my wealth to prove that I have it. I think that shit is corny. I don't give a damn about what people think of me. If I did, I'd never get any sleep at night."

"I feel that," Everett says.

"Let me know when a job opens up around here because I have student loans to pay off and your Pres seems to give out pretty generous salaries," he jokes.

"You have options. Strip club, motel or funeral home?" Knox asks.

"We dabble in a little bit of everything, but there's always an opening at the strip club. We don't discriminate when it comes to hiring dancers."

Everett gasps, confused.

"You're serious?"

"Hell no. I'm just fucking with you." Knox laughs, shaking his head.

"I mean, yes, we do own a strip club, motel and a funeral home because they're extremely profitable businesses but someone like you wouldn't last a day at either of our establishments. No offense."

"None taken," Everett mutters. "I remember you told me once that MCs primarily make money through illegal means. Is that what you guys use the businesses for? A cover for whatever illegal activity you've got going on?"

Knox meets Everett's gaze, briefly flashing a smile filled with sadness and something else the latter can't quite decipher.

"I talk too much around you."

"So what? I like you better when you're talking versus being all broody and mute," Everett replies.

He scoots closer to Knox and grabs his hand like it's something they do all the time, carefully interlocking their fingers together.

Anything to get rid of that wounded look in Knox's eyes.

"Don't worry. All your little incriminating club secrets are perfectly safe with me."

Knox laughs again.

"I know they are."

As they watch the river, silence falls upon them but it isn't loud or awkward.

Quite the opposite.

And that's precisely why Everett ignores the alarm bells ringing in the distance, trying to warn him that what he's doing right now isn't right.

Getting closer to Knox on a deeper level, having easy conversations with him, kissing and touching him when what he should be doing is doubling the distance between them and closing off his heart completely.

Fuck.

The bastard's already done it, hasn't he?

Knox has somehow managed to climb over the walls that have kept Everett's heart intact.

He's practically moved in and made himself at home.

One he'll eventually have to be evicted from because none of what they have going on right now will ever become a permanent thing.

The Fallen Angels' war with The Jackals will end one day.

Everett will have to go back to his mundane way of living, return to school, get his degree and then step into the next chapter of his life.

One where Knox doesn't exist.

"I'm curious," Knox says moments later. "What does your future look like? Where do you see yourself in the next five years?"

Somewhere, anywhere, with you…

"I don't know," Everett mumbles instead, resting his head on Knox's shoulder.

"What about you?"

"I guess you better start living each one to the fullest, then."

Everett produces a half smile, squeezing Knox's hand.

"I'll help you."

Until it's time for me to go.

"I'd like that."

Knox squeezes his hand back, the rational part of him knowing he can't take any of this to heart.

"You've got yourself a deal, kitten."

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the-woild-is-y-erster · 1 year ago

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I'm going to bed soon, but I just want to say (as an adult that dropped outta college and then went back) that your education is not final. It's not be all end all.

It'll hurt for a while, everythin hurts for a bit, but either you'll tell her or you won't, and that's okay. Your choices are for you, and we all care about you man. You're not stupid for jus like? feelin feelins. All that shits totally normal and valid but you hafta stick with life nd with us or whoever you ends up spending life with. I can't help much nd I ain't gonna pretend I can (<- on the aroace spectrums) with the whole love thing, but jus know that it's ALWAYS better to write your thoughts out then keep em inside. That way you can come back later and look at them nd see your thought processes nd stuff. Or you can write em out nd delete it if that helps.

Life might suck right now, but it ain't gonna suck forever. The only way that it WILL suck forever is if it's cut short, so don't let that happen, y'know? If life tries to kick you down, throw mfing hands and take your time and get back up when you can. It don't matter when you do, just that you do at all.

I dunno. I dunno if this helps, but I'm jus tryin to say that you're not alone and youse cared about nd also jesus christ my typing style help god please not the newsies the infection (/lh). Stay safe man. - Jack

fuckyou im sobbing now/lh

i just

i grew up being taught that showing any emotion besides Happy or Neutral is Bad!™️ so its really difficult for me to like

deal with anything? because i was taught to push feelings down and stick it out, and my parents have made it all worse by never showing emotion either. i didnt see my dad cry in front of me until i was fourteen, and the only time ive seen my mom cry was when i got a bad grade, so its all fun and games here. and my pa is literally bashitbonkersoutthewazzoo. like he's a conservative (we live in the south us for context so its even Worse!) and he taught me to shoot a gun at the ripe age of three! and theres a gun in every room and he's a. he reveres ben shapiro and jesse kelly and those guys, and i spent the entire quarantine listening to him talk abt how the election was faked and how covid was either fake or brought by the chinese (he couldnt decide) and hes severly racist!!! yippee!!/s so feelings arent a big thing in my house.

added onto the fact that i was raised christian? the first time i looked at a girl differently, or the first time i realized how uncomfortable i was jn my own body was horrifying to me. im atheist (ish? it's complicated) now so it doesnt matter to me, but i still have all that internalized crap abt liking her.

and i have severe pain in both of my knees like literally 24/7 and ive had it for YEAAARS but my ma didnt believe me until super recently and so i only just got an appointment with an orthopedic doctor! because the first general doctor told me i was faking it<3

and!!!!!!! the real fukcing kicker!!!! my parents have blatantly refused to pay for my education!!!!!!! like outright and several times!!!!!! only because i wanna get my bachelors in fine arts in theater!!!! they said it was a stupid degree and that i would get nowhere<3 so ive got that ahead of me too. and the last time i got a bad grade, i got grounded for two months. and it was a 79.5 on a minor quiz.

so we have fun here.

but i have all these plans!!! and dreams!!!! and places i want to go to and food i want to eat and languages i wanna learn!!! so i know that i'm not gonna off myself, but sometimes.

sometimes it seems reaaaally tempting.

but i really genuinely appreciate you, and riff, and toff, and dave, because you guys are so much nicer and more sympathetic than anyone i know irl.

so like.

love you/p <3

#man i just wish my parents werent bonkers and believed me when i said something was wrong<3

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ofwrxth · 5 months ago

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Elliot gives her a grateful smile, appreciative of her understanding and, more than that, her kindness. It's undeserved in his opinion, but he welcomes it all the same. The way she doesn't blame him for recent occurrences. His lip twitches at her rebuttal and he shrugs. "I might've looked once or twice." But he's still thinking about her words and clears his throat. "So you're seein' me?" Elliot raises a brow, a warm feeling stirring in his chest at the admission before he gives a sheepish laugh, barely a breath as he runs fingers through his hair. "Well, when you put it like that, maybe we should aim a bit lower," a wry smile tugs at the corner of his lip, "try for a date that don't end poorly?" Whether due to paparazzi or Elliot being overwhelmed, he thinks it's possible. She makes him want to try.

He tips his head to the side, considering her while the gears turn behind golden hues. Elliot nods subtly. "I think you'd be good with all that...maybe you could try now?" He suggests without really knowing how she'd go about doing it. "Bet there's a bunch'a places with animals around. Like shelters and stuff..." Elliot shrugs, not sure if it's a helpful suggestion or not but he makes it anyway. He could tell from the first day they met that Isla had a good heart. Maybe it's why their interactions frustrated him so much – because he knew she wasn't a bad person and yet all their conversations had gone south. "Or you could probably ask around the Institute. Sure someone there knows somethin'."

He sighs a bit and shakes his head. "Yeah...I told him I'd give it a try but it ain't workin' the way he made it seem..." Elliot trails off before adding, "think he said it's one'a those things that takes time, but" he shrugs, "I guess I ain't very patient." He's tired of feeling this way, but he knows Finn's right because if it was as easy as flipping a switch, he'd have done it a long time ago. Isla's suggestion is met with a small smile and he nods. "I think that might help," Elliot says, tone lighter than it had been. "Like this?" He takes her hand in his, squeezing gently three times before letting his thumb rub over her knuckles.

The Cross doesn't say that just being near her helps, or that when they kiss, it completely drowns out the noise. He shows her instead, lips gentle against her own, affectionate and soft as she fills his senses. There's no trace of the city when they kiss, no honking cars and no din of chatter. It's just Isla and him on a bench, and it's the quietest his mind has been for weeks. "I'd say that's too damn bad," he teases with a grin against her mouth before resting his forehead against hers. "Oh, okay, I'll stop 'cause you said." Now he's wearing his signature shit-eating grin, and brushes her cheek before dropping his hand away with a slight sigh of acknowledgement. Despite making light of it, he knows she's right. "You got'a point, Isla...it's just...it ain't easy." Elliot pauses, sighing a bit. "But I'm tryin' – really I am." He says it before his stomach rumbles and he gives her a sheepish grin. "You get a deli sandwich yet?" The werewolf asks by way of suggestion. "Not as greasy as pizza. Easier to handle than sushi. Probably no photographers neither."

;

"They do! And you can always tell too, because the photo likes don't make sense to the follower count." Isla laughs to his reaction until her sound cuts off quickly once she realizes she's been caught, but quick thinking as ever she lifts her shoulder with a coy little shrug. "All girls check the guy they're seeing." she states with a faint grin of mischief. "Are you saying you haven't checked mine?" is added and Isla arches a teasing brow while her grin grows. It remains as Elliot says about his predicament, but now it's not from amusement. Instead, Isla is listening to the cadence in his tone, the little details within his drawl. "You didn't ruin our dates, Elliot." the shifter insists even if she chuckles. "You made them memorable, actually." then her laugh grows again and she prods his arm with a finger teasingly. "No matter what, I'll always remember the wolf that stopped listening to me, made me eat greasy pizza, and then got followed by paparazzi."

She draws in a subtle breath at his question, but Isla needs a moment to think and she glances through the park before her gaze settles back to Elliot. "I don't mind answering..." because he's easy to talk to, which she thinks he should now notice. "It's hard to say without sounding a little...stupid. But, if I could go back knowing what I do...about what will happen, I think I'd...work with kids or animals, instead of politics." at the time it felt as if she was making the right choice for her life, but in the blink of an eye, she now knows, everything can change.

Isla listens then to the wolf, a small hum leaving her in acknowledgement. "That sounds hard to do, especially if you're used to feeling all of them." she sympathizes, seeing neither as a bad trait and only instead seeing the impact it has on him. "Maybe I could help?" comes Isla's offer as she shrugs slightly. "Only if you wanted, but if it happens and I'm there, you could just...I don't know. Squeeze my hand a few times and we can get out of wherever we are." even if Elliot's proved he has the particular skill for that.

He also proves that, no matter how the evening goes, there's an inexplicable pull to him that she can't fight. Between each gentle kiss, Isla stays hovering close to him, as if knowing there's only a brief second until she'll want to steal another and another. The warmth from his hand against her jaw radiates, and her fingertips trace gently against the sharp of his own. "What would you do if I said the kiss?" Isla chuckles teasingly, but her voice is just a mutter and she still stays close, her forehead nudging gently to his in a brief movement of affection. "It's fine if you are a hermit, Elliot. Actually, it's good because it makes me slow down." she reassures him sincerely. "City life isn't for everyone either. So, that's okay. You know what you do need to do though?" now she pulls away gently, giving him a slight grin. "Stop being so hard on yourself. You wouldn't say all of these things to other people."

#elliot.#elliot w. isla 002.#end on you?

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jewbeloved · 2 years ago

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can i req a yandere alphabet with kenny? :D

Yandere Kenny Alphabet 🧡🩸❤️❤️❤️

Warnings: Kidnapping, lil physical abuse, Blood.

Gender: Neutral

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🔶

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He definitely gives you lots of affection that's for sure.

Lots of kisses, I mean LOTS...

He will kiss you a whole bunch.

On your lips, neck, hands, and etc.

Better get ready, because he will be the type to keep you locked in his embrace for a longgggg time :)))))

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn't like messy kills because blood will get all over his parka and he knows that his family is poor so they can barely afford a shower.

So he prefers to kill his victims by burning them alive or just shooting them from a far distance where the blood won't get on him.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No I don't think he would mock you.

He literally worships you so why would he do that?

He wants you to be loved, not degraded.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Yep, he would kidnap you take you to a certain and mysterious place where nobody will ever find you.

He ain't letting you go anytime soon, you can't leave and he won't let it happen.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Love at first sight exists in his book.

He has a really unhealthy obsession with you. He would die to do anything for you, to make sure that you're his and nobody's.

Just love him back and this will all be easier.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be pretty sad and might wonder what he did wrong to make you this upset.

He will try to get you to calm down, he would never hurt his s/o.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Oh good heavens no!

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

You lashed out at him and called him a creepy freak for kidnapping you.

Are you sure It was a good idea to do that? Because now you are going to get it.

When you wake up in the morning, pain will spread all over your body and some of your bones will be fractured, due to Kenny pushing you down the stairs.

He said he wouldn't hurt you, but you really crossed the line when you lashed out at him

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He doesn't really know what he wants his future to be with you, but maybe he would want to move away from south park and start a new fresh life with you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kenny is probably really good at controlling his jealousy or just hiding it in general.

But If it gets too worse, he isn't afraid to snatch you away from the person before coming back at night to kill them.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He acts so cute and needy around you most of the time <3

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He would probably ask you out in a normal way before he puts his plan into action.

He's the type of person to take things slow before extending it further.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

No, he doesn't want anyone meddling in his way of claiming you as his. Even If he has to go further down to keep everything a secret from the world.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He won't punish you unless you get on his bad side.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot

You're his and he wants you all to himself, he's madly in love with you, don't you get it?

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Patient as a plum

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you leave, he won't stop looking until he finds you. And when he does, you're going to be secured even further, because it seems you can't be trusted to stay where you're supposed to be.

If you died, man will literally try to look for ways to make you immortal just like him. If it doesn't work, he is just going to have to accept the fact you're dead forever.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Parka says NO

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He's the poorest kid in south park and he does sometimes get made fun of for that.

But when you and him talked for the first time, you never made fun of him and that struck something inside his heart that made it beat faster.

Everything about you is just so amazing to him, and he wants to treasure every moment he gets to spend with you!

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He doesn't like seeing you cry, so he will do anything to make you feel better.

Heck, he will pull down his parka hood so he can kiss your tears away.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You can probably plant a money trap on the ground with leaves over it.

And if you're lucky, Kenny might fall for it and get stuck which will give you time to escape.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He will If you push him to his limits.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Yes, he does worship you. But only when he's acting all needy and such.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

2 weeks (he's literally madly in love with you)

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No!

This request was in my inbox for so long and I haven't even finished it! I'm sorry 😭😭😭

#south park x reader #south park #kenny mccormick x reader #yandere south park x reader #yandere #yandere kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick #southpark sp #southpark blog #sp x reader #x reader #southpark x y/n #yandere headcanons #southpark scenarios #southpark headcanons

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lunaticus-platina · 2 years ago

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Update: So I double and triple checked, but the label thing ain't working for me for whatever reason so I removed it. Readmore is there for a reason.

Update v2 tumblr fked me over. Posting again.

Smut but is teasingly short. Actually, this is a teaser. Not even an appetizer. A sample that you tried but can't get more of. Me being me I mixed it with a bit of angst. 'Cuz bittersweet is how I be. Could be read as a gun kink since you're literally at a gun point but don't care?🤔 My reckless nature is showing maybe. Lol. No actual sex or anything so relax. Like I said. Just a sample lolol.

Travis has a hard time(very hard) with a seducing, pliant captive who is not swayed by his 'bad cop' persona.

Taste

A glare that could fillet a person inside out. His hand over the gun. Just a show. A warning that couldn't fool someone like you. And even if it was more than just a warning...well. The man's worth dying for, isn't he?

His eyes snap to the leg that dared to take a step his way...then miss the deft hands removing the upper clothing, letting it flop down to the floor. When he looks up again, it's almost comical how his eyebrows shoot up and his lips part, dark orbs shaking and shifting all over the place, taking in the naked form without even thinking.

Carefully, two hands come up in surrendering gesture, half naked, unarmed, unguarded. Eyes with nothing but wanton desire, the haze so captivating.

With each step the hand over his gun tightens, the look hardens, the word at the tip of his tongue, but the slight purse of his lips gives away his upcoming outburst.

"Are you going to shoot me?"

Asked so gently, innocently, and he falters. No daring sarcasm, or sly jab. Not even a mockery of his authority. An acceptance. It scares him. God, it scares him.

"My heart is right here, couldn't miss it." A smile that only further grips his heart in vice. "I'd appreciate it if you don't ruin the face, though. I might not be a model, but a man like you could use something easy on the eyes..."

This must be a ploy. It has to be. A blatant honey trap. Well he was no fool, drooling over someone good-looking person like a hormonal teen.

In a second the gun was out of the holster, his steady hands digging the barrel right into the middle of the chest, over where a beating heart rests.

"Stand back." He spat, niggling spite bubbling in the pit of his gut like heated tar. He was not going to let this person play games with him. He was in charge here, he-

"At least I get to look at a handsome face as the last thing I see. Not a whole bad deal." Fond smile and a wink. He's close to malfunctioning again. "But I know what'll be even better. Officer, if you're going to shoot me down...won't you grant me my dying wish?"

Suspicion mixed with confusion swirl in those dark eyes, thinking.

It wasn't that he was actually going to fire, since his aim was simple intimidation. But...a dying wish? He could get something out of this. An information, maybe.

His eyes narrow. "Let's hear it." He raises a brow, the edge in the questioning glare ever-present.

What he hears next almost makes him do a double-take.

"Let me taste you."

His thought seizes. Either from shock or the blood vacating the Hq to take a trip to South. No, no. He mentally slaps himself. Enough playing-

"Please." Breathed out softly, quieter than before. "This is the last time I'll see you. At least let me have this." The lust is replaced with longing before he knows it. The sincere yearning in the voice, the eyes. It sets something in him ablaze. "Let me have you." He swallows. Twice. Both go down thick.

The hands that have been hovering up this whole time come down little by little, and as soon as he notices the barrel harshly pushes back into the chest, his lips curling in to show bared teeth. "Keep your hands up. Don't even think about it."

"You could cuff me."

He blinks. "What?"

Step by methodical step, you pull away, careful not to startle the man and giving him an ample amount of space. The hands stay up the whole time, just as he commanded. The gun follows the movement, its aim still trained on the heart.

Now apart, far more than an arm's length, and the steps slow down to a halt. The hands slowly, slowly reach forward, open palms, inside of the wrists facing upward, put together side by side, as if to request. "Cuff me to the bars, and feed me through them."

He cannot think straight after that sentence. The way he freezes only adds to the endearing panic in those eyes and the quickening pulse in his veins. You could almost taste his jumping heartbeat in that stiff neck of his. Shallow breathing is too audible now, no matter how much he tries to hide it with small huffs and shifting weights.

You breathe out once more, trying and nailing that last steel nail into the undeniably stuffy coffin that was his head right now. "Please officer Hackett..." his Adam's apple bops once more. "I'll be really, really good? I won't be able to do much behind the bars, anyway, well, other than making you feel good." His breath hitches. A cough. Bingo. Time to switch it up a bit.

A somber look settles in your eyes. His eyes shift at the change. "Or you could kill me right now. But you won't be so cruel, would you? Won't you at least grant my last wish?"

It's a possibility. One that you're willing to risk. If you had to continue to remain in that cell, unable to touch him, feel him, yet only a few feet away, and each time, in his presence, the rhythm in your heart crescendos between the ears, the deafening silence doing nothing to dampen its roar, his feature a mirage you could only seek out in your dreams? No.

No. If you died for this, so be it. You had to have him. Even for once.

Desperation bleeds through your lips, and you beg earnestly. "Please, please, just once." You see his resolve gets chipped away around the edge. The harsh glare is long gone, wavering with uncertainty. With consideration.

"It'll be our little secret."

The gun is finally, finally lowered at his feet. His lips move this way and that, mulling over what you've said to him. His contemplative eyes snap up to your own hopeful ones once or twice, each time quickly looking down, but with added pink to his ears.

After what felt like eons, he speaks up. "Stay right where you are. Do not move." The gun is returned to the holster, although his steps are still measured, careful. When he takes ahold of your awaiting wrists, his grip isn't tight like before. You could almost call it gentle, if not for the firmness that just seemed natural when it came to Sheriff Hackett.

He cuffs you for the short walk to the cell. Once inside, your shoulders slump. This must be it. He wasn't buying what you oh so hopelessly wished to sell him. All that show for nothing, although it was worth a shot. When he takes the cuffs away and locks the metal door, you think of just lying down on your sad cot and dreaming of him.

His tone sounds neutral, quiet. "Turn around." When you do as told, you spot hesitancy in his eyes, and your heart skips a beat. "Come over here." You notice he's standing at the far right side of the cell, away from the door. You step closer, his scent getting stronger, never have you cursed an inanimate object like you did then, at the damning bars that separated the two of you. His eyes bore into yours, the dim light making them seem like a pair of bottomless pits. He takes a breath, before he utters with strange mixture of strain and weight. "On your knees." At that sentence your knees wobble, your useless legs easily guiding you to the cold concrete floor. "Hands through the bars." Again you are meek as a mouse, mesmerized by his deft hands swiftly clicking the cuffs in place. Now you can't get away even if you wanted to, the bar between your arms will get in the way of the cuffs if you tried.

With him in his uniform, towering over your half-bare, kneeling and bound state, it must be doing things to him, because at this angle you can't help but notice the straining bulge.

Not that you had any intention to pull away.

"You said you wanted this." He swallows, obviously trying to play off his nervousness anyway possible. The blush says otherwise. Silly man. He tries a few times to get the words out. "Show me." He manages.

And who are you to disappoint? If this is the last chance...might as well give him one hell of a show.

#the quarry #travis hackett #sheriff hackett #officer hackett #travis hackett x you #travis hackett x reader #reader insert #smut #-ish #hah.#fanfic #my writing #writing

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OUT OF PLACE 5

Synopsis; Avoiding Bonten while hanging out with Inui, and South.

CW: MNDI...Age gap, Mental Illness,Foul Language,CRACK Kanji Mochizuki*Takeomi Akashi*South Terano Feat.(Inui)

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"Ew, you're sweaty." Inui says nonchalantly offending you. After you enter your car and exited the bonten's building you thought you were safe. Until Sanzu and the other members started Tokyo drifting trying to caught up with you.

"HEY! STOP!" Ran tried to ram his car on yours but you sped up causing it to collied with Sanzu's.

"WHAT THE FUCK! PINK HEAD YOU STUPID ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!!" Police sirens were heard after that. But knowing them they must've found a way out.

"Shut up and let's go eat." South placed his arms around your shoulder and you wrapped your right arm on his waist while the other one wrapped on Inui's arm.

"Where's Draken?"

"Somewhere in the horizons." South joked before telling you Draken is out to make some business deals with the local motor oil supplier.

"Yo, you can't believe what I saw yesterday."

"South shut your mouth you always see dumb shit." Inui says making South glare at him.

"I saw a fish jumped out of a goddamn fish tank. I thought I was tripping!" You laugh. You sometimes wonder how South manages to be a crackhead without actually being one.

"What happened to the fish?"

"I dunno, I figure if it jumped out. It could jumped back."

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"Where is she?" Sanzu says gripping on his hair as he screams on Kokonoi's ears.

"I'm trying to locate her car but it's saying error!" He refers to the tracker they secretly put on your car a few weeks ago, little did they know you noticed it and placed it under a toiler seat somewhere in the HQ.

"I'm not letting those "guys" she met on a lake take her away from us. Her bento is only for us." Ran says emphazing on the word Bento.

"If only you didn't fucking smash your car on mine!" Sanzu points aggresively at Ran. The older Haitani wanted to punch the pink head but Rindou interferes.

It was a bad idea.

Both of their fist landed on the younger Haitani.

COMBO

"World star!" Kokonoi laughs.

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Meanwhile, Mikey started feeling like murdering every person he sees who isn't you. He can't believe you just ran away from them.

What if those brother's you call kills you? He'll lose his mind. No. They'll lose their minds. They are losing their fucking mind.

"Boss, calm down. She's inside the mall." Kakucho says.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's search for my girl!"Takeomi drops his ciggy on the ground stepping on it.

"Your girl? Boy please. She's my girl." Mochi grabbed him by his collar and the two men started arguing about who you belong to.

"Cut that. Let's go inside. Buy a wrench and let's just smash those guys head's as soon as we see them with her."

The world is ending. Because even the sane Kakucho agreed with Mikey.

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"South!" You yell as South let out a loud burp inside Starbucks.

"Can you remind me why I decide to work with you?" Inui says as he takes a bite of his bagel all the while giving South a dirty look.

"Cause, I attract the girls."

"No, Draken attacts the girls!" You argue making South roll his eyes.

The three of you were just casually talking until your heart dropped when you saw Sanzu and Ran passed in front of the three of you.

Maybe sitting in front of a glass wall ain't the best fucking idea. You ducked down confusing them.

"The hell is wrong with you?"

"South everything is wrong with her." You shot Inui a glare making a small smile appear on his face.

"Shut up. I'm hiding from someone."

"No shit." South sarcastically says making you bite his hand.

"OI!" He pulls his hand away from you and you stuck your tongue out annoying him.

Sanzu and Ran thought they heard your voice so they decide to enter starbucks.

"I swear I heard her voice." Ran says looking around. Thanks to South's gigantic legs you were able to hide from them.

"You're tripping. She's not here." Sanzu sighes before dragging the older haitani away.

Disaster 1 successfully dodge.

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You thought everything was over until you saw Takeomi, Kanji, Mikey and Kakucho enter the game center you three are in with bigass wreches on their hands.

"SHIT." You quickly dragged Inui and South away.

"What the hell- we weren't done?"

"Bruh! WE DONE WHEN I SAID WE DONE!" Your voice high pitched and tense. You quickly scanned the place and for fuck sakes. Your eyes met with Takeomi's. You thought it was over but thanks to his poor eyesight he wasn't able to see you.

"Who the fuck are you hidin' from?" South asked annoyed at the fact that you're tense like drug addict.

"Bonten."

"Oh... Bonten. Well- WHAT?!"

Inui and South felt like their whole world was burning. You. Their friend is hiding from the most horrible crime organization?

"What the fuck. THIS IS CODE RED!" South grabbed your head and pulled you into his chest while Inui stood in front of you sandwitching you between them preventing anyone from seeing you.

"I-I I can't breathe."

"Giiiiiirl, you ain't gonna breathe for real if they found you." You mentally rolled your eyes as South and Inui started moving. Being trapped you had no choice but to follow their steps.

"Told you she's trouble South." Inui says scanning the area.

Not only he's scared of having you seen, he's also scared to meet him again.

"Yeah. No shit Inupi. Tell me something I haven't found out yet you brilliant fuck."

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South and Inupi dragged you all the way to their shop and closed all doors, barricaded everything and turned off all the lights.

You now sat on a sofa with only a candle lighting up a tiny portion of the room.

"So.... Did you steal from them?"

"Fuck one of them and ran away?"

"Kicked their balls?"

"Got pregnant and-"

"WAIT STOP! I'M ONE OF THEM!" South and Inui have been bombarding you with question so you finally told them the truth.

"One of them?" You could feel the disapointment in South's voice and you couldn't help but feel sadness. He's the last person you want to make sad.

"I- I'm not one of them, I was given to them by my father for 1 year in order to secure a truce. I'll be out of Bonten in just a few months..." You trail off and your eyes started watering. You can't bear to have South, Inui and Draken end their friendship with you because of Bonten.

"P-Please! Don't abandon me. I- I can't lose the three of you."

Inui and South's stomach twisted. They would never abandon you. The two of them went and sat beside you. South wrapped his arms around you while Inui carefully stopped you from pinching your hands.

"We won't. It doesn't matter who you are or what you do. When you're with us you're just you."

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BONUS: BONTEN CHAOS

SANZU: WILL THE REAL Y/N PLEASE STAND UP? *PROCEEDS TO PLAY SLIM SHADY*

TAKEOMI SMACKING SANZU'S HEAD

TAKEOMI: I swear to god if you don't stop you'll really see something you don't wanna see

SANZU: I wanna see Slim Shady

RAN TRIGGERED BECAUSE SANZU AIN'T DOING A GREAT JOB FINDING YOU

RAN: LISTEN HERE YOU MOTHERFUCKER IF YOU DON'T STOP YOU'LL SEE FUCKING JONH CENA

RINDOU: NO ONE CAN SEE JONH CENA

SANZU:

MIKEY,KANJI,KOKONOI,TAKEOMI,RAN,KAKUCHOU

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Thank you for reading. Don't copy.

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